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BOWLING IN THE SKY
By Walt Guyer, Army
Writing Type: Poem
As a kid I used to wonder,
When I didn’t understand why,
To me the sound of distant thunder,
Was giants bowling in the sky.
If it was only my imagination,
Why did you feel the wonder, too?
If it was only my imagination,
How could you hear thunder as I do?
Not every reason must rhyme,
Not every season’s on time.
Though each thing has its own message,
Not everyone can read its sign.
Your lips say we’re not serious,
But your eyes know that’s a lie. .
Why make a rainbow seem mysterious,
Just because it’s way up high?
You’re still afraid of lightning,
The kind that struck you in the past.
Letting go of the old kite’s string,
Is the key, if our love will last.
You think the weather’s not right,
You think our chances are slight.
I say if we’d storm the moon together,
Even its dark side would be bright.
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