With silver wings strapped to my back,
I soared up into the reaches of the sky
to get closer to heaven,
where I hope to be one day.
An amateur photographer
standing in a fog took a picture of me.
I came out as a tiny spec in the sky.
When the picture was blown up,
they couldn’t tell what it was
and I became a UFO,
a little green man
floating around in the atmosphere.
13- 14 February 2008
You, an unidentified flying object, never David. I enjoyed reading this one and had a good chuckle too. Nice one. As for a little green man, I'm sure you will ripen soon. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Little'.....I 've seen you live....6ft 3in....little....must be those gamma rays up there shrunk you....: O) ..hugs lil sis