The Paper Plane
Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 1:41 pm
The Paper Plane
He ran his thumb along the fold,
not once, not twice, but thrice
The steps he followed one by one,
exact and so precise.
With steely purpose, focus fixed
upon the frozen screen
ensuring that each fold he made
was crisp and firm and clean.
The master was a Youtube clip,
the student just a boy.
Together they created such
an awe inspiring toy.
A paper plane that ruled the skies,
a testament to flight.
Asperger's meant the little boy
could barely read or write.
Yet here he found his perfect fit
A place where he excelled.
A silent world, a peaceful world
where no one screamed or yelled.
He made his craft, set it aloft
to dance upon the air,
while his tormentors stood and watched
And muted they did stare.
Copyright (c) Allan Cropper June 2015
He ran his thumb along the fold,
not once, not twice, but thrice
The steps he followed one by one,
exact and so precise.
With steely purpose, focus fixed
upon the frozen screen
ensuring that each fold he made
was crisp and firm and clean.
The master was a Youtube clip,
the student just a boy.
Together they created such
an awe inspiring toy.
A paper plane that ruled the skies,
a testament to flight.
Asperger's meant the little boy
could barely read or write.
Yet here he found his perfect fit
A place where he excelled.
A silent world, a peaceful world
where no one screamed or yelled.
He made his craft, set it aloft
to dance upon the air,
while his tormentors stood and watched
And muted they did stare.
Copyright (c) Allan Cropper June 2015