The boy walks past the window; <br />you can see he's <br />got something clearly in his mind; <br />walks firmly on both feet as if <br />he walked on grass; <br />his carriage upright, <br />a half-smile on his face; <br />his eyes are bright; <br />he swings his hands from side to side <br />in front of him. <br /> <br />He has a vision. <br /> <br />Ah yes. <br />His captain's just tossed the ball to him; <br />it's his spell to bowl. <br /> <br />This is what he was born to do; <br />he has the skills; <br />he knows he can do it; can't wait; but <br />no hurry, as he's confident, <br />switching the ball from hand to hand, <br />warming it with his love. <br /> <br />The boy walks past the window. <br />He has a vision.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0194-a-boy-s-vision/
