The following was unwittingly inspired by my wife's far fetched example of what my daughter could use as a subject for her poetry writing assignment:
Black gravel below my feet
Gritty greetings at the street
Tarry here for far too long
Light of green, heart of song
Beyond this asphalt chasm waits
A journey grander than my pace
The little shops and play yard side
Awaits my first and single stride
But here I wait, no one should pass
This asphalt chasm my thoughts amass
It is too far, It can not be
It just seems simpler to flee
My courage rises within my soul
Beside me does my hand take hold
And stepping forward I venture on
Man not mouse, a champion
A few more steps, almost there
Victory near, like floating on air
I have triumphed here, I have beat this beast
I’m five years old, and I’ve crossed the street
(with my mother’s help, of course)
I hope you enjoyed this little side trip in my mind. I am sure there will be many more to follow.
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