Wonderland?
By Tramp Poet
Wonder Land?A dark star shimmerswinks in a sky silver, not blue.A morning made of setting sunbows to evening of yellow hue.Trees perhaps, whose roots are upforeign water, crimson over head.Seems odd to find precious airlayered under, an ocean red.From the ship, it seemed oddonce landed? even so more.A planet lost, upside downstanding under, on ocean shore.One for the books, warning perhapsenvironment benign; just terribly bizzare.The air as Earth’s, only silverbedrock under; ocean, then stars.The ship dark, she shimmersbekons home with human hand. Through a looking glass, Alicecould this be your wonder land?Tramp Poet 10/01 Written October 24th, 2001 © on Oct 24 2001 02:32 AM PST 10 • 0
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"Wonder Land?A dark star shimmerswinks in a sky silver, not blue.A morning made of setting sunbows to evening of yellow hue.Trees perhaps, whose roots are upforeign water, crimson over head.Seems odd to find precious airlayered under, an ocean red.From the ship, it seemed oddonce landed? even so more.A planet lost, upside downstanding under, on ocean shore.One for the books, warning perhapsenvironment benign; just terribly bizzare.The air as Earth’s, only silverbedrock under; ocean, then stars.The ship dark, she shimmersbekons home with human hand. Through a looking glass, Alicecould this be your wonder land?Tramp Poet 10/01..."