High Dive

Stephanie Moore was only four

When she left her precious sycamore

To go to the pool next door

She went straight up the ladder

That hung over the deep end

She held onto the board

And could feel it bend

It gave her a fright

So she held on tight

At what seemed to be

An unimaginable height

It would be easy to flee

And save both her knees

But she looked at her mom

And started to believe

So dear Stephanie

Stood up with glee

And said I believe in Me

She jumped then

Into the deep end

And overcame her fear

Of the high dive

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson