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Sunday, January 13, 2008

Ninth Street Gravel Pit


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
North of Summer, A Decade of Poetry is available at Lulu Publishing

11 comments:

TIV: the individual voice said...

Sweet and funny poem. We know what we saw. Wonderfulline.

Sandy Carlson said...

This is great! What an adventure. Thanks for a bright moment!
Writing in Faith

Roswila said...

Delightful! The fractal, too.

spacedlaw said...

You can really imagine those kids chasing after those lights.

Quiet Paths said...

This is just great! What a scene you paint with words. And that clincher at the end - the adults never believe.

Brian said...

I know what you mean. Adults never see the night sky. :)

feefifoto said...

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.

Q said...

"pockets of eight-year-olds"
I beleive them.
Lots of fun.
Sherry

Jo said...

wow.....I hope this is true. Well caught.

Sandy said...

Wonderful, Tumblewords, I wish I had been there,,,well done!

qualcosa di bello said...

this pulled me right back to childhood...so visual!