A Visit From Abroad Poem by James Stephens

A Visit From Abroad

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A speck went blowing up against the sky
As little as a leaf: then it drew near
And broadened. -- ' It's a bird,' said I,
And fetched my bow and arrows. It was queer!
It grew up from a speck into a blot,
And squattered past a cloud; then it flew down
All crumply, and waggled such a lot
I thought the thing would fall.--It was a brown
Old carpet, where the man was sitting snug,
Who, when he reached the ground, began to sew
A big hole in the middle of the rug,
And kept on peeping everywhere to know
Who might be coming -- then he gave a twist
And flew away . . . . I fired at him but missed.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 30 January 2018

ummmmmm.... that was different. Boy was that ever different. Strange too. Downright weird in fact. I hope he never gets another visitor from abroad

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Edward Kofi Louis 30 January 2018

But missed! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 30 January 2018

Such an interesting write by James Stephens👍👍👍

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