The Legend of Incredible Pete

In days of men bold, who rode flexible poles

to uncertain heights they persist - Lived

an ascending star, despising bars

that marked his daily stretch.

One day at a meet, he streaked down the way

and planted his pole in the vault. It

whipped and groaned, made a mighty throw,

and the onlookers retched at the thought.

In his in amazing rise, he winked out of sight and

was seen ever no more.

On a quiet night, that

glint in the sky followed by a joyous Ya Hoo,

is only his way,

a greeting made, as Pete orbits the moon.

_-esn-