I loved the descriptive images, the peace that this poem brought while reading it.
The only thing in my opinion that took away from the flow was the capitol letter on each line. While reading it the flow was broken, a hesitation going to the next line.
A beautiful poem all the same

I love it. :) I used to 'try' to climb trees when I was younger, too. Sweet childhood days :)

The piece speaks about childhood memories and about growing up while trying to not lose the innocence at heart. The flow was good. The context is heart warming.

And there are hints, about the author reverting to childhood memories, to suppress the current days of dark clouds. Or may be in the days of success holding onto the memories about hanging around a tree trying to cherish the good times that have designed a satisfactory present.

In any other words, simply beautiful.

It is a beauty good job well done

The images you set here were amazing i loved the choice of words very well written

The thought of being eight and feeling so free
seems to spark a flare deep within me that
only nature seems to set loose with its own
loving hand where the barbwire always comes
to an end and the real beauty begins..

This is my most fav part..
We al hv to move, bt those precious memories always rest thr ..
It js need a spark..smthing remarkable frm our past..
I lvd ur ponderosa tree

This piece is quite a nice read. Simple, but in this case simple is perfect. Your bits of description, such as the scarred bark and maze of roots create a vivid image of your scene..

Well done!
-AJ