Mountain Climbing Poem by Anthony Dover

I was lying on my bed,
Watching a tiny spider,
Spin and fall and climb,
On a silken thread,
I thought does he know how big,
the wall is,
and then he fell again,
perhaps he looked to far and,
lost confidence,
still he picked himself up,
and started to climb again,
this time leaving,
a thread behind him,
my thoughts wandered from the spider to the world,
which is also a really big place,
and wondered how if we really knew how immense it is,
would we carry on being ourselves,
or would we start to fall overwhelmed by the enormity and unfamiliarity of it, Now me I rarely go out except for some cigarettes,
but I really admire all the people who are larger than life,
and seem to have a sense of destiny about them,
I looked back to where the spider was and saw that he had reached the ceiling...
I thought well done but then realised that perhaps he had done it before many times,
And when he climbed the mountain of the bedroom wall,
It was just another conquest, another day in the life
Of an arachnid mountaineer,