These are words Ms Jenny used for this week's challenge at Saturday Centus, a writing prompt. Join the fun and visit all the entries.
Blocking the sun filling the air
The smoke rose everywhere.
People gathered to look
On the day the earth shook
What can this be?
Smoke was rolling
No one could see
One lad tiny and fair
Softly said,
I can get there.
He walked long and far
Using the muted sun
As his guiding star.
His dog and the lad
Armed with a stick
Walked from clear air
To where it was thick
Disappearing in smoke
The lad was last seen
Waving out the window
Of a big silver thing.
No trace found
Except for one dog hair
On the ground.
