Philippe Petit Poem by Michael Trawinski

     This poem took me about a day to write. What I decided to do for this poem is to put it all into rhyming lines. All of the lines are enjammed lines as well. I decided to have myself be a person in the poem who experiences what Philippe Petit does on top of the World Trade Center. I, along with other onlookers, see something that astonishes all of us as Philippe Petit walks across a wire between the roofs of the tallest buildings in the world.

There once was a man named Philippe Petit

Who thought of a dream in disbelief.

It was something he was going to do

Not something he was going to lose.

I saw him do it one day

And I thought to myself no way.

He was standing on a wire

And he soon had the desire

To walk between the two towers

Which were and almighty power.

I watched spellbound as he walked

While the rest of us had not talked.

I came to think he was intelligent

His walk was so elegant.

He finally came down

And we applauded him out loud.

He was nothing much apart

For he had a dream as big as his heart.