Once again, I’m participating in Poetic Thursday with Pam and her “boys” at Two Spoiled Cats.
Here’s the photo inspiration for this week:
I found this to be a bit challenging (mostly because I couldn’t look at the photo without having sweaty palms).
Here’s my poem:
Going Up?
Every day, he climbs higher and higher,
I have to wonder: do his hands perspire?
A job like this comes with a price;
his life depends on that safety device.
Eight hundred feet above the ground,
and it would seem, no one else around.
But, is he really alone? I think not:
someone was there to capture this shot!
When I uploaded the picture to today’s blog post, the following caption was included. I wish there was info regarding the location and the building that was under construction.
” Ironworker Mike Kulp, 43, climbs a column before connecting a perimeter beam to the 54th floor. Here Kulp is working approximately 825 feet above street level.”
Yeah, sign me up for THAT job…..not.
~These Days Of Mine~
these days of mine 
Oh I agree totally – I could NEVER do what Mr. Kulp does but grateful some have no problem with it or we’d not get a lot of things done “up there” !! I knew this would be a fun photo for poetry – I’m looking forward to reading everyone’s efforts today……………
Pam
Oh I am so glad you saw that caption. I was wondering if it was photoshopped, but it would surely seem not! Loved your poem too. Good meeting you and your girls.
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Made me Laugh – yes! Laugh – your comment that we often forget that there is a photographer there to capture that shot. Of course, you’d notice that! And, NO!!! No way would I venture near that height – with any kind of safety device! WHEW!!! Hats off to the brave ones who do.
That one was tricky, not to mention vertigo inducing, but you nailed it!
Higher and perspire .. nice .. ; ) this pic sort of reminds me of that famous image of the steel workers having lunch on the girder who-knows-how-high above the city ..
Good job!!
Oh well done !!!!!!!! I needed a Dramamine just looking at it.
It looks like he is high enough to touch the clouds.
Hugs Cecilia
Great poem. Thank you for the kind words you left on my blog for the passing of Prancie.
My husband frank was an iron worker a he loved being I the air the higher the better . Just like that ! I miss you so and I always wonder what you would have been like In your older years.