Monday, September 10, 2007
Monday, September 03, 2007
It Fell From the Sky
Some random poetry from my English class that I thought was too bizarre to go to waste:
It Fell From the SkyAnd the inspiration for this poem? Why this of course.
It fell from the sky,
Thirty miles high,
From the bright blue above,
To the brown of the earth,
It fell,
Screaming like hell,
And the people pointed,
"It's burning," one shouted,
"It's crashing," some screameth,
But all the same,
Down it came,
Over the mountains and hills,
Over ranches and mills,
It fell,
A craft like a bell,
Onto Roswell soil,
In that July,
It fell from the sky.