Pilippe Petite poem - Jacob Kroh

            I like poems that rhyme, so I decided to make my poem rhyme. On my way home after class Monday, I was letting my mind wader across the problem of writing a poem when I started to see the first few lines running around in my head. So as soon as I got home I put pen to paper and began to write. When I was thinking about the video we saw in class on Monday I kept thinking about how it was Philipe's dream to walk across that wire and that despite all the problems that kept coming up, he did it. So I incorperated that feeling into my poem and I tried to infuse a little humor into it as well.



                                                                        Man on a wire

     Man on a wire, Man on a wire

it seemed like his situation was dire.

He had taken on a great and frightening trial

and did it all while sporting a smile.

Eight times he walked across the sky,

Philipe must have felt he could fly.

He laid down on the wire and began to roll

its a miracle he never lost control!

 

Eight long months he slaved and he toiled

all the time claiming "My dream won't be foiled!"

and as he walked, the crowds began to cheer,

for the man who showed no fear

As he stepped down, his journey was ended

and at once he was apprehended.

The charges were soon dropped

for the man who never flopped

and so completes the dream, that couldn't be stopped.