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Flagpole Annie -- Potd
My grandma was a steeple jack, Of heights she had no fear. The crowds would gather round to watch. They came from far and near, To see her swing and pirouette, Doff her hat and wave. And gasped and cheered each time she feigned A slip and then a save. Roof-toppers winced and bit their lips, Tight rope walkers screamed. Treetop loggers looked away At the daring they were seeing. Women gasped and children shrieked, Fearful she would fall, But at full ascent a massive roar As she stood upon the ball! She blew a kiss to the those below As she turned around with ease, Then there atop removed her scarf And cast it to the breeze But the crowd went wild as before their eyes They viewed her final feat… Into a handstand Grandma rose, Then she waved and kicked her feet! Whether flag pole, steeple, TV tower… My grandma climbed them all. For the freedom felt there in the clouds, She was at their beck and call. That grand old gal inspired me Her legacy I've retraced. Now I too dance upon a pole At a club called Mary’s Place. Poetry Soup - Poem of the Day Honors - 6/11/21
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