About a year ago I wrote a post about a poem I'd heard called "Bartholomew Biddle and the Very Big Wind". The poem was written by a man named Gary Ross and the poem was recited in a movie called "Trigger Effect". This poem existed no where on the internet or in publication and it wasn't until I went through the movie, pausing every few moments throughout the three sections of film in which different parts of it were recited, that it finally made it to the great and wondrous internets. The reason that I mention this for the second time is because in recently checking on Gary Ross's IMDB page I've found that he has written an update which includes the second part of this poem. Gary also mentions that he is trying to get this children's poem published so hopefully we'll see it on bookshelves soon.

Here is the updated poem, yet still unfinished.

"Bartholomew Biddle and the Very Big Wind"
Written by: Gary Ross

Part I

It was a cold bitter wind
and it blew and it blew

It blew through the trees
and the little town, too

It blew past the houses
where the children were sleeping

It blew through the keyholes
where the peepers were peeping

It blew down the streets
that were shrouded in slumber

It rattled the roofs
right down to the lumber

The wind whistled past lampposts
It screamed over the lake

All in search of a boy
who was still wide awake

Bartholomew went to the window
and stared

He wasn't much drowsy
He wasn't much scared

He knew that old wind
was nothing to fear

With a bed sheet to sail
and a pillow to steer

He could ride that old wind
right into the night

Take off like a rocket
A Bartholomew kite

But this would be no breeze,
it's safe to assume

Granddaddy of winds
blown straight to his room .

Part II

The houses all looked
Like the toys in his room

If Genies had carpets,
and witches had brooms,

Then what was he doing
up here with a SHEET?

He banked to his left
and looked down at the street.

The cars were so small
you could move 'em around

Like his own little world…
he thought, "Hmm: 'Biddletown'."

Biddleberg? Biddleland?
Biddleworld? He'd be KING.

Emperor Biddle…
It had a nice ring.

Then no one would taunt him
or tease him at school--

Even Doug and Dan Murphy
would have to be cool.

If this was his world,
he could do what he pleased.

No more practical jokes
like that gum where you sneezed,

Or that gross plastic stuff
that they put in his desk--

Turned out not to be barf,
but who wanted to test?

Bartholomew tilted
a bit to his right....

The sheet cornered nicely,
just like a new bike.

He tugged on the corners,
and climbed in the sky.

He pulled in the edges
and started to fly…

"Wow, this isn't bad!"
he said, swooping and soaring,

Buzzing the rooftops while
people were snoring.

"If I took this to school
I'd make pretty good time."

Then he pointed straight up
and started to climb.

Bartholomew laughed
as the bedsheet rose higher:

He imagined himself
"The World's Best Bedsheet Flyer."

He pointed that sheet
right into a cloud.

He stuck out his arms
and looked rather proud....

And then just as fast,
the whole world went quiet.

"If I made bunches of these
I bet someone would buy it."

(It is most likely that there are many more parts of this poem that have yet to be revealed before the ending that follows here.)

Part III

Bartholomew gazed
at his glistening town.

Maybe something got lost,
but something got found.

He'd seen such amazing,
mysterious things

He'd seen horses with glasses
and canyons that sing

Made all sorts of new friends
on the head of a pin

Played a weird game of baseball
where the winners don't win

But the biggest adventure
he knew lay ahead

All the dreams he could dream
In the warmth of his bed.

The End.