Thirty years ago today, millions of people were surprised.
Christopher Reeve fell off a horse and he was paralyzed.
Reeve's accident occurred on May the 27th of 1995.
The accident didn't kill him, he was able to survive.
He survived for nine years and he spent the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
Life was once great for Christopher but his life became so unfair.
When he had his accident, he was paralyzed from the neck down.
When he died, I felt sad because he would no longer be around.
Even though Reeve got hurt, he didn't give up, he went on with his life.
We had to say goodbye to him and we had to say goodbye to his wife.
People were devastated when his life came to an end.
Christopher wasn't just an actor, he was also a friend.
[Dedicated to Christopher Reeve (1952-2004) who died on October 10, 2004]
Don Clarke acted like one who’d soon leave.
His callers stood up in compliance,
Then heard the gasped relief Clarke did heave,
To them Clarke’s hurting non-reliance:
The fears of losing his appliance!
“Clarke might his tears wipe with his shirt’s sleeve!”
His stereo that fuels his vain long dance.
Oh! How Clarke loved the songs Big Stars weave;
His mind songs help to strike some balance
Once more, he shall thank Reeve Steve,
For its purchase and song-listening chance…
Meanwhile, play-acting for his callers
Feared by him Disguised Stereo Sellers.
I wot of maifaire said the man where people sell
Upon the green where are leafy boughed trees seen
There stand thegen; reeve; and fat geese lay, there
People do sport and horses neigh
Just follow down the earthen track
you will see it where
the colored buntings flap.'
Wow so this is Mayfair the tourist said, place of
Bustle place of style, of well paved streets place
Of happening and moment , Its great to see the glitz and glitter the glazed iced Cakes and Impersonal titter; the endless roar of fervid hordes
Here is everything man adores.' Its so fullfillng
Its really grand to think I stand on such august
a spot just an Iowa man.'
I'm already feeling the culture seep in, I'll return
Home more like Milton I can feel it in my skin.'
In the service yord of a Mayfair hotel people huddle
Homless almost hopeless craving warmth they lay
Under slate or skies of blue its all the same
The pavement is hard whatever the weather they find
Five years you must live near; around or a place
Will not be yours 'never mind' it was David Cameron
Who gifted them so, and it was not expensive I have
Been informed tis a most baneful woe'
But I am to busy to apologize I heard her say,
Like the dashboard for the confession,
I am wait for her to open up like a speech,
Letters form all patterns let it be,
The truth among the star my first lady,
My darling tooth ache,
Why wait for full story or explanation,
Letters form all patterns let it be,
Word for word reluctant took a frag to fall back,
I say darn the day darn the week high hope,
And avenue look above heaven escape,
In my mind I ask is safe to speak,
WhatI truly feel,
Letters form all patterns let it be,
Right below the curve of street is a,
Bus route deeper then any base reeve,
I'm hitting every bump in the road the old house that need painting,
The first one on and the last one off taken notes,
The last thing of great crush I heard say from her sister,
We have history.
Mist on the park you remind me of home
My home, an old home, long land of white cloud
Wistful regret of a lost rolling stone
Blurry strained view of a new weekend’s crowd
Next door to a dream in an awakening tide
Decorum with caffeine but overly proud
Soupy thick bawls exit mouths on the side
Ball mired heavy drives moist huff and puff
Back of the net with a trip and a slide
Carousel balance scares adult voice gruff
Punctures the air with familial line
A stumbling giggle is grabbed by the scruff
Place hands on your hips and presence of mind
Be kind and mop up with a waste of time weave
There’s wet on the slide and damp kid behind
Layers of grey fade where light looks to reeve
Raising the white flag for surrendering dew
Disappointed departure like cold on a sleeve
Jump off the swing and a left behind shoe
Today’s the day that Superman
Fell to earth and couldn’t stand
He lit upon his neck all wrong
And found he was no longer strong
His super powers gone all right
His horse’s name – old Kryptonite
Mdailey 5/27/11
Actor Christopher Reeve (Superman) was paralyzed when thrown from his horse
during a jumping event in Charlottesville, Virginia on May 27, 1995
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Images Of Superman
Black and white and read all over
the Daily Planet is one too(a newspaper).
Clark Kent had a big red S upon his Chest.
George Reeves was padded and fake muscles were added
and there were others and older than him,(actors),
and it was so bad when he shot himself.
Christopher Reeve had no S upon his chest that day;
and it was so sad when he was parallized by the accidental
accident??? i believe it was a horse???
TOO bad that he could not rally fly away that day.
Now they have done another one although???
I am too poor to view it!
I will never go to theatre again.
L()()k Parme ???
Up in the sky,its a bird,its a plane.
Its Superman.