Philippe Petite: The
Go-Getter
He practiced and practiced,
he set his sights on the towers.
Fall after fall, he learned it all.
Then he left for America to chase his
dreams.
When he finally arrived he spent
months,
plotting his great escapade.
To get to the top,
he pretended to be a construction worker.
Two-hundred and fifty feet of rope,
is what it took.
Overnight he sneaked his equipment up,
and set up his stage.
He thought it was impossible,
but he did it anyways.
On August Seventh, at seven a.m.,
he begun the show.
He was up there for forty-five
minutes,
eight passes later he decided the
show was over.
He was then arrested but all charges
were dropped.
His only sentence was to preform.
Philippe Petite was a go-getter,
a dying breed. He chased his dream,
although he saw it impossible.
I really like the flow of your poem and how you added that he was a go-getter and dying breed. I totally agree, people are more and more giving up when things get hard and if something is hard then it will be worth it in the long run.
ReplyDeleteI agree when you said "Philippe Petite was a go-getter, a dying breed" because there definitely aren't as many people nowadays that will go after crazy dreams like this one.
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