One night I see a shooting star <br />in the open twilight of the karoo <br />that draws a line of light past, <br />but it comes nearer <br />and there are flames <br />around it <br />while it shines metallic. <br /> <br />My ears almost want to burst <br />when a squadron of war planes <br />cut past low over the earth <br />and with afterburners <br />climb with power into the air <br />following the unknown flaming wagon. <br /> <br />Things just past far too quickly <br />to grab a camera of sell phone <br />and when the flaming wagon <br />with speed swerve away <br />and nothing can keep up with it, <br />I wonder if it is a secret weapon <br />or are there somewhere going to be <br />little green men that land with impudence <br />and ask for the big leader <br />or will it be beings <br />that is just like humans <br />and wear space suits?<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-flaming-wagon-comes/
