I hear one day the word “mountain, ” <br />and I ask someone “what is a mountain? <br /> <br />I have never seen one.” <br />I join others in discussions of mountains. <br /> <br />One day I see in a book a picture of a mountain. <br />And I decide I must climb one. <br /> <br />I travel to a place <br />where there is a mountain. <br /> <br />At the base of the mountain I see <br />there are lots of paths to climb. <br /> <br />I start on a path that leads <br />to the top of the mountain. <br /> <br />I see that the higher I climb, <br />the more the paths join together. <br /> <br />After much climbing the many paths join into one. <br />I climb till I am almost exhausted <br />but I force myself and continue to climb. <br /> <br />Finally I reach the top and far above me there are stars. <br />I look far down and the village twinkles far below. <br /> <br />It would be easy to go back down there <br />but it is so beautiful up here. <br />I am just below the stars.<br /><br />Robert Hensler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/climbing-the-mountain/
