Hans Hartle: Walking the line

   Hello everyone, I hope you are all enjoying your day and I appreciate you taking time to read my poem. Although it is not the finest piece of literature, I am more than pleased with how it turned out. sure it may be in need of further revision, however this is the version which I will leave with you all. My inspiration for righting this was just music. Even though the poem does not match lyrically with any song, the flow and rhyme came from me repeating songs I had listened to the previous night. While I write, I generally do not take large amounts of time to get my idea down on paper. As I am writing, my mind jumps 5 steps ahead of me already knowing what to right (in this case the next stanza). The difficult part of writing is finding the perfect bridge to cover the void between each set of ideas. After this I reread my sentences and try to improve the flow so that my readers can understand my ideas. Anyways, without further a due, here is my poem.

Walking the line

by Hans Hartle

Following a dream
   to look down at the world.
To break human barriers,
    and try not to hurl.

By walking the line
   and paying small fines,
he gave the world a chance
to be awestruck at a glance,
   in seeing this man
      consumed by the clouds
         and waving his hand.

He laughed and he smiled;
   but knew when his act was done.
As his feet hit the ground,
he preached about his fun.

   After all his work,
   eight months had not gone to waste.
He had sparked inspiration, and opened the gates;
   of maintaining great hope and following your dream.
      But most important of all,
   to look down on the world and
remember the city cheer and scream.