Falling Up

Falling Up
Quizmo LaGrande

Falling up, not hard to do,
If imagination’s let to brew;
Falling up, like leaps and bounds,
Listening, while words astound!

With the fall comes autumn leaves,
Though falling up is hard, it seems,
As leaves blanket down in sepia shades
And harvest moon goes on parade,

The lights go on, the sweaters too,
A fireplace lit, and a child’s mind who,
Falling up, ever stumbling,
Grapples at wonders and worlds while humbling

Those of us who sit and gaze,
Wrapped in cardigans of childhood days,
And wish a leafy mound to pounce
(Though hardly, now, we’re apt to bounce).

Falling up, in learning sprees,
School filled years, before degrees,
When wonder lit the classroom door,
Minds falling up with vast explore,

When myths and monsters filled the cracks,
Two plus two, and Cracker Jacks!
Autumn days, before the cold,
With Halloween and stories told

Of ghosts and goblins, witches who
Boiled young children in bubbling stews.
(Of course the clever, who went to school,
Were never caught; the witch made fool!)

Falling up is hard, it seems,
But going to school and finding dreams,
Climbing mountains and scaling walls;
With a tumble or two, and a number of stalls,

Only measures the school bell’s price,
And autumn’s calling of learning advice,
Because falling down may cause a scraped knee,
But falling up in this world’s the key!