When I first started writing my poem, it took me a couple of minutes to actually process how I wanted to start the first line. I looked up all the notes I took in class earlier that day and just started to go with one of the first major important facts which was Philippe Petite's age. As I started jotting more things down, I noticed that I was rhyming ever other stanza. In this poem I go from the beginning of his journey with standing a quarter of a mile up, then that sudden urge he feels that his time has come to get back to standing on a steady surface, to finally his fourteen charges that were dropped. I would say this poem did not take me that long, maybe a half an hour. I definitely could've gone into more detail and took some more time on it.
The Man Who Could Fly
By: Katie Wells
At the time he was only 24 years old.
His story is just about to be told.
The name was Philippe Petite
Balancing about 1,563 feet.
It took Philippe eight months to get to this day.
Halfway across that one inch rope where he lay.
Philippe felt a sudden urge to stop being a bird in the sky.
He would never be forgotten as the man who could fly.
"The word impossible edged itself inside me."
But at the same time he couldn't feel more free.
Fourteen dropped charges were put to rest.
Being a street juggler for the kids in NYC was the only true test.
August 7th, 1974 his dreams finally came true.
Petite will never be forgotten as the man who flew.