THE FLYING SAUCER

by T/Sgt Barnes
March 1950

Hearing tales of little men
and speeding ships on high.
Around me all most every day,
I cast a weary eye.

Today I saw men gathered
around the hangar door.
They said they saw a Saucer.
A tiny ship they swore.

They pointed to the cloudless sky.
“Past Vapor Trails”, they sigh,
I saw a faroff something,
Shining in the sky.

We watched it hard, it seemed to move
As vapors drifted by
I felt the strangest feelings
Of course I know not why.

A weather baloon sent up to give
The weather for the day.
Some said a star that shines so bright,
We see it in the day.

Elusions, stars or man made things
Ships from other planets.
We watched, we talked and wondered.
But none of us could name it.

Because I could not give them
The answer is not given,
What is the thing that shines so bright
So far up in the heavens.

T/Sgt Barnes

FINIS