The Boy Who Went Down

 The Boy Who Went Down

In the town of Segarcea, on a bright April day,
A very small boy went tumbling away.
Down, down, down in a well dark and deep,
Fifteen whole meters — a terrible leap!

The grown-ups all gathered, they tried and they tried,
With ladders and ropes and their tools at their side.
For eleven long hours, they huffed and they strained,
But that poor little toddler was still down, remained.

Then out from the crowd came a boy, just fourteen,
With courage much bigger than most ever seen.
“I’ll go!” shouted Cristian, brave as could be,
“I’ll bring back young Gabriel — just lower down me!”

So ropes they were fastened, a lamp on his head,
And carefully, slowly, they lowered his spread.
Headfirst he went sliding, the crowd held their breath,
For the shaft was so narrow, it felt close to death.

Then—hooray!—what a cheer! What a shout! What a sound!
Up popped young Cristian, safe and safe-bound.
And there in his arms, what a sight to behold,
Little Gabriel rescued, his hand gently rolled.

The people all clapped, and the bells they all rang,
And stories of heroes the whole country sang.
For courage and kindness can spring from the small,
And one daring boy had inspired them all.

So if you feel tiny, take heart and take heed,
A heart full of courage is big, big indeed.
For heroes aren’t giants from faraway lands—
They’re kids like young Cristian, with brave little hands.

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