Have you ever heard the story of William Tell?
Was forced to shoot an apple off his own son’s head.
With stellar marksmanship, it came out well.
His faith and steady aim was true, it can be said.
His skill at hitting targets, meant to emulate,
As I considered self of equal mastery.
For what young man’s ego doesn’t believe he’s great?
I only lacked a target up against a tree.
Convieniently I had a willing brother, Joe,
Who was a trusting, fearless little 5 year old.
Put apple on his head to catch the dart I’d throw.
Unfortunately low aim was a bit too bold.
With dart stuck in forehead, I didn’t try another,
I never again made a target of brother
This is a true story.
I came from a family of 5 boys and 2 girls. Joe was the youngest brother. He was a frealess little guy who followed his older brothers everywhere. Sometimes that wasn’t so good. If you have ever seen that commercial of a while ago with the brothers who said “Lets have Mikey try it!”. That was Joe for us. He was just willing to try anything.
This poem is a Sonnet, written in iambic hexameter (12 Syllables) with the classic abab rhyme scheme on the three quatrains, plus a rhyming couplet.
This artwork is from Microsoft ClipArt.