<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367549" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Son And Heir</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A cute-faced cheetah cub rests there, <br>Oblivious and frail, <br>He's now a precious son and heir, <br>A firstborn fragile male...<br>Just skin and bones and not much more, <br>Yet as each year goes by, <br>He'll run so fast upon each paw<br>You'll think that he can fly! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'll pick his moments just like those<br>That race across this land<br>And sometimes rest as if to pose, <br>As if to make a stand...<br>As if to say, he's learnt enough, <br>He needs no teacher now, <br>For he's been taught by hate and love<br>And all the fates allow...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So watch out, world! He bides his time, <br>One day, he'll rule supreme, <br>One day, the tallest trees he'll climb, <br>Though now that's just a dream...<br>This son and heir will do his best<br>And not just to survive, <br>He'll do it just because he's blessed, <br>To prosper and to thrive...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2012.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The poem is based on the magnificent painting <br>by Stephen Gayford called 'Son And Heir'. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">More Stephen Gayford poems here: <br>denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367549" data-title="Son And Heir de Denis Martindale" data-description="A cute-faced cheetah cub rests there, Oblivious and frail, He's now a precious son and heir, A firstborn fragile male... Just skin and bones and not much more, Yet as each year goes by, He'll run so fast upon each paw You'll think that he can..."></div> </div> </div>

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