First Contact
A poem by S. David

The ground trembled,
I felt the screams
As two of the people
Died, crushed, burning,
No time to retreat,
The awful stillness.
A strange rhythmic
Thumping above me.
I must be brave,
I must be courageous,
I must know what is
Happening though the
Sky fire is still
Raging and the sand
Still burns.
I must ascertain,
I must know,
I will go
Out, above.

©S. David 2003
"First Contact"
Water Color and Digital Print using RayDream Studio, Bryce & PhotoShop

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