His Last Stunt Poem by White Tiger

He had been the son, of a well known stuntman
Setting personal goals, and to many a good friend

For many years, he practiced perfection
Reaching the crowds in every section

His biggest stunt, came at a price
It started out well, was going to end nice

He was riding a bi-plane, getting ready to jump
To catch a copters fin, one of two, ever to do this stunt

But tragedy struck, as he ran out of luck
His grip did slip, and he tumbled and flipped

Two hundred feet to his death.

C. Vergara
08.24.2011