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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Walk (07/20/06)

TITLE: Baby Steps
By Kenn Allan


Within my cage of nylon mesh,
I squint between the weave;
My morning nap has left me fresh,
To ponder and conceive.

Again my aspirations flow,
Beyond the playroom door,
Just like they did two days ago
(But not the day before).

I noticed how my Daddy walked,
From room to room with ease,
While all about the house I stalked,
Upon my hands and knees.

I'm quite adept in many things,
Like how to sing and clap,
And how to hide zucchini strings,
Unseen upon my lap.

Iíve learned to play the jingling keys,
And splash while in the bath,
Yet I would trade my expertise,
To walk my Daddy's path.

But how can I escape these walls
Which loom above my chin?
It's true they cushion me from falls,
But also fence me in.

No time to muddle in despair;
This setback I can thwart,
By climbing up my teddy bear
(If he will lend support).

High above the floor I flip,
Where angels fear to tread,
Careful not to lose my grip,
And bump my punkin' head.

Finally, I reach the groundó
Thereís nowhere left to hide;
Determination still abound,
To match my Daddy's stride.

But since Iíve never walked before,
With no one at my side,
Will I be able to explore,
On legs I've never tried?

The muscles in my chubby thighs,
Firm up like Cream of Wheat;
To my delight (and some surprise),
I stand on my two feet!

All my remaining doubts dissolve;
I scan the wide expanse,
Adorned in nothing but resolve,
And pair of soggy pants.

Though I tend to pitch and roll,
Itís better than a crawl,
So off I swagger toward my goal,
While feeling three feet tall.

My Daddyís laughter fills the air,
Back where my trip began;
Quite suddenly I am aware,
There's been a change of plan.

I turn and look into His face,
Which wears a loving smile;
Approval flows from His embrace,
Which made my trek worthwhile.

Deep inside I think I knew,
Heíd been there all along,
Watching, rather than pursue,
In hopes Iíll grow up strong.

And even if I ate a beet,
Or any fruit you choose,
Iíll probíly never grow the feet,
To fill my Daddyís shoes.

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Karen Ward07/27/06
Very sweet! :) Karen
Lori Othouse 07/28/06
This is awesome! I got a spiritual parallel at the end there, was that right? At first I thought it was just, and I hate to use this word, adorable. But a deeper meaning really jumped out at the end and it was beautiful. How our Heavenly Father must watch us in much the same way. This was great all the way around. God bless!
Sue Dent07/28/06
Warning - attempting to follow in your father's footsteps before reason sets in could be hazardous! Or should I say "fall-ow!" Ahhh . . . but ya gotta try!
Lynda Lee Schab 07/29/06
Do I detect another poetry win? If so, it certainly deserves it. Very well written and fun. Clever title, creative take on "walk." Excellent work!
Marilyn Schnepp 07/29/06
Precious! Just precious! A Masterpiece for sure! Who couldn't love this wonderful story of baby's first walk!? Kudos, my friend, Kudos!
Stephen Paynter07/31/06
I enjoyed this - it is rare to hear the voice of a new toddler. Of course, when they find their feet, they soon find their own voice too; then the trick is getting away from their endless chatter! Great poem.
Joanne Sher 08/01/06
Just loved this! So delightful, and I just giggled at some of your images. A true joy to read!!
Jan Ackerson 08/01/06
Three-for-three for you, my friend--this is one of your best.
Catherine Pollock08/01/06
Awww... this was beautiful.
Venice Kichura08/01/06
This is precious!
Debbie Sickler08/01/06
Hehe, I loved the legs that firmed up like Cream of Wheat.
Dr. Sharon Schuetz08/01/06
This is wonderful. You captured the true essence of a baby's world. Great job.
Lisa Vest08/01/06
Wow, this is one well-spoken, well-thought toddler..those parents better start saving for Harvard now! LOL! Wonderful piece and I too saw the spiritual parallel of a Father's guidance even when we don't feel or see it. Loved it!
Shari Armstrong 08/01/06
Adorable! (loved the cream of wheat line lol)
Trina Courtenay08/02/06
Loved it, loved it, loved it! Sounds like you're indeed three for three. Awesome, awesome job. thanks for the smile :)
Kim Thomas08/02/06
What a wonderful perspective, literally!

I had to read it aloud, twice...I love the rhythm. Awesome...a winner in my book.
Trina Courtenay08/03/06
Three for three Kenn! Awesome job! As you already know I fell in love with this poem and it tickles me pink...I mean blue that it has placed!
Rita Garcia08/03/06
Congratulations! You set the bar higher each week with your inspired writing!
Kaylee Blake 08/05/06
How sweet! Congratulations, I just loved it.
Birdie Courtright08/06/06
So Precious! Congrats!