As i stood here on terra firma.
Looking up at what i had to climb.
The nerves started to take hold of me.
And my heart started to pound.
I could see where my hands would go.
Also where my feet should be.
So i took my first step upwards.
With hands in front holding on.
Slowly i climbed but carefully.
Making sure my feet were in firm.
Holding on with vice like grips.
Never brave enough to look down.
At long last i reached the top.
Sweating and out of breath.
I looked around at the view.
And took in what i could see.
But now i had to start down.
Making sure of my footing.
And holding on for grim death.
At last i was on solid ground.
The tension drained from me.
I stepped back and looked up.
At what i had just climbed.
It was a forty-foot ladder.