poems about school
One of those guys flew over my house years ago. Low and slow. I didn’t know what it was, just saw a spotlinght from far away getting closer and closer... I thought it was going to crash into my house and I ran into the yard - in my underwear. The spotlight shined on me, and so I sheepishly waved at it.
I called the nearby military base and asked them if they were flying something over my house.
They told me: “We can’t talk about that.”