Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Skywalkers

Mohawk "skywalkers" they all were,

Great Granddad, Granddad, and Dad too.

Three generations did occur

Of will and soul of rise to do,

Of going way up in the sky,

Putting together iron and steel,

Unafraid of being so high.

For my people it's no big deal.

New York City buildings did be

Built upward going, beam by beam,

Walked upon by my family,

Working the American Dream.

But for me, such a job was fright,

Always have been afraid of height.