Philippe Petite Poem
This is my poem. I began writing this poem yesterday and was not planning on rhyming, but I liked how it flowed and I was able to express what I wanted my audience to feel. I basically summed up the experience Philippe had on the tight rope, but then my final line expresses how the nation looks at the twins towers today and how his amazing accomplishment seemed to of vanished.
Dancing. Dancing 1,320 feet off the ground.
His heart does not pound,
His mind is at ease
Two Twin Towers sway in the breeze.
The folks passing by stop and stare
Straining their necks in the warm August air.
The police get involved but stop when they see
Philippe is now down on his knee.
Laying there above the Manhattan block
He knows, "life was not considerable without doing this walk."
Then a bird passes by with his beady red eyes
And Philippe know it's time to say goodbye.
Standing up and dancing off his one inch wire
Philippe's elegant performance will soon be engulfed
With the 9-11 fires.