By Roland E. Williams


I recall seeing it for the first time

A sign of bad news

The infamous red flag flying so high

As far away as that which it stood for

Something is out there, dad said briskly

And it was. The night was to tell its tale

Unendingly long and hot and restless

And wheezing

Filled with squeaks and thuds and whistling winds

A tired boy lay there listening in awe

But smiling

For all within his sight were safe


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