That Was Close Poem by Manonton Dalan

Raised my walking stick facing the morning sun
I screamed so loud it hurts my lungs
Majestic view of the sun;
looks so cool and so round
Leaves no doubt why they idolize this one
I bowed and looked as far as my eyes can see
Atop Mt Fuji is something
I still cherish today
Coming down is very tricky
Volcanic rocks, thick sand on the way
Made a brave venture away from the path
Skidded all the way down about half
Holes on my boots, pants and backpack
Sore, frightened I could have lost my life
If I didn't listen 'Plant your stick, plant'
I plunged that stick as hard as I could
It got stuck and I did hold
Hoff! That was close, I was told