Somewhat smaller and slightly behind, he walks with a man, much larger and longer in stride. A barge towing tug, in a drag along ride.
This fine little fellow with his tiny hand grip on a massive bicep struggles keep up so his hold will not slip.
Head and shoulders down-turned, blank is his gaze, through eyes, where they look may not anything see. Seems in no way effect the great joy that I see in his radiant smile, as in procession, quickly they pass.
Gone from my view, very shortly, when my sight return much faster they walk. Goliath, tightfisted, drags David along retracing their steps, as they urgently pass.
A diminutive frame in tow walks a formidable soul.
