Breath dwindles in the air.

Breathing hard,

running strong,

I bound to the

bamboo rods, growing tall

to the sky and think

Hermes could lend his

shoes for just a

second.

But it already seems like I'm flying, perhaps like

Daedalus.

I reach the

bamboo and tug with

all my strength, but

I need something more powerful than

strength--wisdom.

My eyes brighten as

Athene answers my call and

I strategically twist the bamboo at the

roots and it

breaks

free.

I grasp the rod and now show power as

Ares does, my eyes burning with

passion.

I scramble up the ladder of the

tree house fort I look upon as

Mt. Olympus, and

thrust the rod to the gray skies and

yell so the gods can hear me.

Zeus flashes the sky and soon

pelts me with water and I

smile because I know

Greek mythology

still

rains.