A poem I wrote in 6th grade (over 12 years ago) about a then futuristic alien abduction. |
It was August 3rd, 2003, 5:00 am in the morning, nowhere to be. I was riding Daydream, my horse. Only out for a morning ride, of course. As I was riding down the street, I looked up into the blazing heat. Then I saw IT. I could not tell what it was, not one bit. Then I thought it must be a dream, But we stood there and stared at a beam. Surely I thought it was not true, But there came a little gray guy, out of the blue. I thought it might, but I did not know. I looked at my horse, scared, white as snow. Could villian be raiding, Or would aliens be invading. I wonder where they are from, I could not tell, But all I could hear was their tone-death bell. What was going on? I looked around, my horse was gone. They took me in and experimented with glee. Could this be true, they have abducted me? Then I got up and turned around, Daydream was no where to be found. Then I found her all in a bound, then I felt sick and fell to the ground. When I woke up I was outside again. I was wondering, was this the end? I still do not know what happened to me, 5 am, Saturday, August 3rd, 2003. |