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Developing Balance

I wrote this English sonnet after watching Smiley in his gym class.

Arms outstretched he walks on a balance beam
Stepping on stickers, hopping o'er flowers;
Too young for grace, all smiles and courage and dream.
Wobbling yet steadily he builds towers
Not of blocks or cups or babyish toys
But of hobbies, resiliance, and success.
Overcoming is one of life's great joys—
Contentment from careful steps not excess.
Heroes and troublemakers fill his tales,
But life's small dramas cause his laughs and tears.
His youthful emotions can blow like gales;
Balance is a comfort beyond his years.
From the beam's end he jumps onto some stars,
Takes a deep breath, and then runs to the bars.