Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 One Dream Come True

A challenge to myself I make,

To a place I have never known.

A little worn pathway I take.

Nobody's around, I'm alone.

For several hours through the trees,

I walk under evergreens, tall.

Harder to climb, the more at ease

Choosing upon nature to call.

And then I leave the trees to walk,

With the harsh winds howling about,

As I climb over barren rock,

Soon to triumph, I have no doubt.

Upon the mountaintop I stand,

Clouds drift below me in dreamland.