That 14,000 ft hike.
Prodded and exposed.
My driven passion.
To see a top class view.
If possible touch the clouds.
Admire what is considered rare.
The way up.
Was no children's play.
It took plenty of exercise.
Times where my legs quivered.
Lungs out of breathe.
And pure complaints.
But Boudi and I.
We made it through.
Just with a million breaks.
The last one fourth left.
Was a bunch of loose rocks.
One fall and I'm dead.
Yet I faced my fear.
Climbed up with all my strength.
To meet all the dogs and people I walked with the whole way.
The view.
The friends and pets.
And the precious memory.
Now I'm sitting in my chair.
Thinking back to my great day.
Pondering where I would be without the driven passion.
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This poem is actually about a adventure I had in Colorado this summer. To be honest, climbing the mountain for 5 hours and coming down for 4 hours was exhausting but it was really fun.
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