My sister said to me " You can do it Morgan!" "I know I can do it!" I said back But really I was not sure I climbed the obstacle course Arms shaking afraid I might fall What I am going to tell is a poem A poem of resilience of the time I climbed The Bushwacker
The day I went on the Bushwacker I was excited It was my first time to do the ropes course Pump Pump Pump! Went my heart as I got in line I felt as if I was going to die! My sister Bella did pretty well But even she thought she would have fell Then it was my turn and the counselor called me up Put on my helmet and said "Good Luck!"
The challenging tough Bushwacker had to be beat So I could accomplish a great feat! So I climbed The first part to climb was 2 handles the color of white And I did not have to put up a great fight! (I mean really? It's 2 steps!)
Round and char black That was the next step A tire you have probably guessed! I put my foot inside the bottom The tire dipped down and I reached for the log up top Pushed hard with my legs up I got on the log and look around And frowned The next obstacle was short But it was up far
The final thing to do was go down I shuffled to the edge And the counselor clipped me in The counselor said to sit down on the platform I sat down and squirmed Scared I would fall off The counselor said when I am ready She would push me off And I did not like that thought And shouting " 1 2 3!" she pushed me off
There were monsters in my stomach Squealing and squirming As I pulsed with adrenaline Up and down I went Then I slowed And glowed with pride As everyone cheered for me I knew I had made a great feat I had beat The Bushwacker!