Pk4life Poem by David Wicks

I start my run and I sprint towards the wall,
Standing ahead, about 6 feet tall.
I run and jump two yards away,
Here to practice Parkour today.
I fly through the air, prepared for the collision,
And I quickly make my foot placement decision
About halfway up the wall, so when I grab hold,
My movement will be completely controlled,
And I will lift myself up on top of the wall,
And shift my weight, so I do not fall.

And when I do, I jump to the ground,
The thud of my feet making a quiet sound.
Almost instantly I take off once more
And Monkey Vault over a fence to the floor.

This is how I live; this is my way.
I practice Parkour every day.
It is all I need, for it is quite rife
And that is why I'm PK4Life.