Poem:
6th
November
This morning my son and I
searched
the lane for fallen rockets.
We
found only one:
a charred remnant amongst sodden leaves
run
over by a car.
'Obviously
a dud,' I said, 'burnt out
before
it had even reached those trees.'
'No
Dad,' he said.
'This
fell back to earth
after
it had scorched the stars.'
Stuart
Larner
(earlier
version first published disguised in prose on the letters page Scarborough
Evening News , 10/11/08).
