Flight Submissions

John Miller 11-28-2007

Wind The great winds blow now Trees groan, fall and break apart A terrible loss Dust Wood The wind blows so hard The tree cannot withstand it Wood splinters apart Fire Water A tree has fallen The roots have broken a pipe Water fills the street The winds blow the fire Its hunger consumes a home So much destruction Dust blows in the winds Sand carried far from its bed Permeates my home

Fantasy I escape to a world of fantasy Cause reality is a bore. My second life is ecstasy, My first life is a chore. Take out the garbage, Or slay a dragon . . . Clean the birdcage, Or fight Demogorgon . . . Which would you pick? To save damsel fair, Or man the broomstick, To clean up your share? Fantasys fun, and so thats where I go, Because life generally sucks, and chores just blow.