With a skizzle of flame and flash of smoke,
Homer’s rockets vaulted off the page
as they sighed towards the sky,
trailing a tether of gray as if to anchor
the earth-bound hopes of one small boy
to the ethereal firmament.
Monday, July 18, 2011
The Skies of October
When I was younger, one of my favorite books was October Sky, by Homer Hickam, Jr. It was made into a movie, which wasn't as good as the book (of course), but I reveled in the story of a small town boy who took advantage of the opportunities he had to achieve his dreams. This is a short poem I jotted down, thinking about what that book meant to me.
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Hey Will,
ReplyDeleteBeen reading. Just so you know, and I had to comment on this, because as a kid I saw the movie, but I didn't read the book. And you know, it might be fun to a write a poem about Homer and Homer, both with their respective rockets. I don't know. Up for a challenge?
I also wanted to be an astronaut. In fact, I still kind of want to. Pax, amicus.