Exercise One: Philippe Petite

My poem is talking about the process that Philippe Petite took to get to his big performance. From when he first got to New York till the very end. It explains what he felt and what his thoughts were. I worked on this last night for about 30 minutes. I had the most trouble thinking of words that rhymed with each other. It all just came to me at once. While writing this poem I couldn't help but think how amazing it must of been to be on top of the tallest buildings and be able to see everything.

Out of the darkness and into the light,

I looked up and it gave me great fright.

I went to the top and it was so appealing

It made me feel great and that was a good feeling.

I shot the rope across 

I anchored it down

I was on top of the world and didn't like the ground.

I started across and it felt like a tease

So I started to dance and bounce on my knees.

People looked up and saw a dot in the sky, 

It looked like a man was starting to fly.

I saw a bird with eyes burning red eyes

It felt like a warning so coming down would be wise.

I got arrested by cops on the building, but

They soon let me go because I was so thrilling.