http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7FHe9ac6n_0&feature=related
He can move a mountain
He can cross a winding river
once he's made his mind up
there is nothing he won't try.
There's something deep inside him
destined for the thrills that drive him,
and I know he's
he's gonna have to face,
the cannon in the sky.
(Ballad of Evel Knieval)
A symbol of courage and comfort since I was just a small child. He defied calling himself a hero, but he was a hero to many young children who looked up to him.
The video reflects how I experienced him as a child, doing the very same thing happening in this video, and I bet every 7 year old around the America was also doing the same thing. I didn't know a thing about him beyond his image- the image he was to me. I knew nothing about his booze, women and life of debauchery. And even now as I do know it doesn't lesson the fact that as children we see only images of people, and this image or 'spirit' is what draws us to the adults in our life. I was drawn to him. I cried over him when he didn't make his jumps. I loved him as a child.
Anyway, I am just ranting.
Pay tribute to Evel Knievel.
Write anything you want.
He can move a mountain
He can cross a winding river
once he's made his mind up
there is nothing he won't try.
There's something deep inside him
destined for the thrills that drive him,
and I know he's
he's gonna have to face,
the cannon in the sky.
(Ballad of Evel Knieval)
A symbol of courage and comfort since I was just a small child. He defied calling himself a hero, but he was a hero to many young children who looked up to him.
The video reflects how I experienced him as a child, doing the very same thing happening in this video, and I bet every 7 year old around the America was also doing the same thing. I didn't know a thing about him beyond his image- the image he was to me. I knew nothing about his booze, women and life of debauchery. And even now as I do know it doesn't lesson the fact that as children we see only images of people, and this image or 'spirit' is what draws us to the adults in our life. I was drawn to him. I cried over him when he didn't make his jumps. I loved him as a child.
Anyway, I am just ranting.
Pay tribute to Evel Knievel.
Write anything you want.
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on December 16, 2007
- Rewards: Gold: 300
- Final notes: hm there was another poem in this contest that gave a very unique perspective about a bike and I wanted to give it the silver But the anonymous person removed it. So anyway, here are the winners. Gold- you did Evil Kneivel justice -great humor, memorable and respectful - well desrving of the gold.
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Thank you kindly for the trophy!
Glad to get a trophy and I admire the other poems and remember poor Evel so well.
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