from the gravel pit
one flying saucer shot forth
hurtled to the south
coded flashing lights
flung into the summer dusk
beckoned for pursuit
we called for our dog
to save us from the unknown
raced through scratchy fields
breathless near the trench
pockets of eight-year-olds stood
wild eyed with wonder
didn't find a trace
grownups' laugh could not dissuade
...we know what we saw
Fractal by Sue
One Deep Breath prompt: Haibun from Childhood Experience
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Sweet and funny poem. We know what we saw. Wonderfulline.
This is great! What an adventure. Thanks for a bright moment!
Writing in Faith
Delightful! The fractal, too.
You can really imagine those kids chasing after those lights.
This is just great! What a scene you paint with words. And that clincher at the end - the adults never believe.
I know what you mean. Adults never see the night sky. :)
Your writing is lovely and your site is a refreshing break from all the mommy blogs in which I seem to be immersed. Thanks for visiting and commenting on mine. Feel free to check back any time.
"pockets of eight-year-olds"
I beleive them.
Lots of fun.
Sherry
wow.....I hope this is true. Well caught.
Wonderful, Tumblewords, I wish I had been there,,,well done!
this pulled me right back to childhood...so visual!
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