#WritcoPoemPrompt64
The heavens are making lines in the sky,
Followed by roaring sounds,
So loud, could be heard and seen wondrously high,
With bits of colossal shaking pounds
At first I knew not why
Looking skyward my eyes beheld the source of. the sound
It tiz a rocket shooting through the ski
Leaving this world behind
So long, farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, good bye
© Aaron J Mc