We had beautiful weather on the seventh day of the week, I woke up that morning so light on my feet. My pops needed help trimming down a tree, so i went outside to see what he'd need...
When I opened the door the wind brushed my face,warning me of my mortal fate, but I didnt hear and by then it was too late. I was halfway up a ladder without a thought in my brain...
I was 2 stories high with a chainsaw in my hand, cutting all the branches that my pops would demand, swinging through the tree like a modern tarzan, I came to the last one that he couldnt withstand...
It gave me fear but I was no coward, death was watching but it wasnt my hour. Both hands on the saw as it slowly devoured the branch that will soon show me its power...
The tree screamed "CRACK" and I couldnt retreat, it swiped out the ladder from under my feet, I scrambled for branches within my reach, while dropping the saw on the deadly concrete...
I caught a branch and held on tightly, I had strength from the goddess Aphrodite. She saved my life so I praised her highly, while my pops fixed the ladder that fell like lightning...
For the next few weeks I dwelled about death; wondering what happens, what comes of me next, "will I come back an animal?" my thoughts were perplexed. I guess I won't know until my last breath....
Poetry Written By Jacob Armendariz 