The ClimbA Poem by SamanthaDanielleThe poem brings together my thoughts and feelings before, during, and after my climb up the Eiffel Tower.It’s something I’ve always wanted. Number eight On my bucket
list. But standing here, About to climb, All I can think is, “Am
I out of my mind?” Why go to Paris And not climb the
symbol? The Eiffel
Tower. It has to be
done. My trek begins, inhaler in hand. 330 stairs, Then the first
floor. The excitement Doesn’t last
long. 330 stairs? Ha! Only 340 more. After an eon I reach the top. The air seems
thinner, My breath, lost. Lungs begin to
collapse, And my legs turn to jello. As I stop to
breathe I look around. So far below me Paris moves
about. Yet I hear
nothing. Silence. Peace. Awe. I catch my
breath And finally can
relax. © 2014 SamanthaDanielleAuthor's Note
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Added on September 23, 2014 Last Updated on September 23, 2014 Tags: Paris, Eiffel Tower, Travel AuthorSamanthaDanielleWashington, PAAboutHi, my name is Samantha. I'm from Pennsylvania and I go to school at Duquesne University. I'm a sophomore middle education student and I've just recently started writing for fun. more..Writing
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