They fell.....and touched the face of God.
By artis
Beneath a tree in my back yard I came upon a lesser creature who was a victim on that day of noble efforts unfulfilled in the same manner we as humans are felled by life's lessons cut short ` unjustly snatched this tiny bird just past the embryonic stage all pinkish-purplish-mauve, and bald with eyes as vacant as the nest it tumbled from in wingless flight so prematurely launched to earth splayed on the grass its fragile neck now twisted beyond any hope where once it had found worms a feast now it became a feast for worms the mother circled overhead her sad cries fading gradually as with a shovel I delivered it to a common grave then turned to face a sunny day with one less bird's chirp... fate subtracted but I left behind a marker inked upon a skipping stone that said, " Christa McAuliffe's spirit was so much like this fledgling bird, I've put to rest beneath this sod." "She too to Earth was launched, so premature........ on a tragic flight towards God. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ArtisThis poem was written in the spring of 1986, 4 months after the Challenger explosion. Just some thoughts on the nature of the world and some human nature as well. Written May 12th, 1986 © on Feb 04 2002 03:16 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Beneath a tree in my back yard..."