Parachute Jump

• Christian Holman
• Poetry
• 2009

Trusting a pilot with the wheel
Really trying not to squeal
Out into the cold chilled air
Praying every single prayer

Falling with my friend or fate
Gravity sends me soaring straight
Pull the chord and hope for the best
This is the final examining test

The parachute opens out so wide
I slow down and start to glide
I scream out and returns an echo
I blend in like a human gecko

I past the exam without a doubt
I drink champagne and start to shout
No more school for the spring
I past the test and now I’m king