“jude jump”

Jude stands poised on the old barn beam,  
A world below him, wide as a dream.  
Wind tugs his hair in the gold afternoon,  
Eyes bright as August, heart in a tune.

He counts to three with a whisper and smile,  
Tiny sneakers gripping wood all the while.  
The chickens below look up in surprise—  
Jude’s the young hero ascending the skies.

He leaps! The hay bales break his descent,  
A comet of laughter, all wild and unbent.  
He lands in a tumble, straw in his hair,  
The scent of sweet summer alive in the air.

He grins at the sky, his feet tingling still,  
The taste of adventure, the rush of the thrill.  
For heroes aren’t only in books we may find—  
Sometimes they’re leaping with hayseed and mind.

So jump, little Jude, while summer is young.  
Let your songs of new daring be sung.  
For childhood is leaping, with courage to spare—  
And joy, like the daylight, released in the air.

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