Hey! So I'm not a big poet, but I had to do this one for school this year (Along with a Rangers Apprentice one I'll be posting after I post this one) and I decided to share it with you guys. It is about the first Robin, AKA Richard Grayson. In case any of you don't know, he was born and (up until Bruce) was raised in the Ciurcus. So this is just a little thing about that. :) Enjoy!
*ATTENTION* THIS IS UN-BETAD! ALL MISTAKES ARE MINE. :)
He soars through the air as a Robin soars through the sky
Spreading his arms as a Robin would spread his wings
Going high, High through the sky
He flips in the air as the wind whistles in his hair
He smiles as he hears the clapping all around him
Flashes and cheers,
Crowds and kids
The sun, warm as a grill, on his back as he practices,
Imagining the crowd
The lights
The cheers
His mother calls for him to be careful,
His father smiles proudly at him
He is Robin