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Child of the future

Laying in your cradle place,


Star light through the window

Shining softly on your face.

By  the time you're grown, Child

The proud starships will  soar!

So sleep deep, softly, now, Child

The Future's at your door!

Play in the SUN,  Child.

Earth-wind sweet caresses you.  

By the time you're all grown up

An  alien wind  will do.

The Children that you bear, Child

Will know an alien SUN.

So dream and play and grow today.

Your  journey's just begun.
Caitlin Fisher Aug 2015
High above the clouds our ship does sail
Almost touching bright stars and silky moon
Our captain wears planets about his neck
And in the air there’s sort of a light and twisting tune
Of nebulas dying and stars being born
And mountains and craters, hewn
But there never was such a tale ever told
That struck my heart in two
flash poetry 5/7

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