The Skies of Ten

It was another dreary day,

but this one was not ordinary.

Homer saw in the midst and the mundane,

a new and special kind of dream.

At first it was simple-

a long body with few tails.

The hobby brought him out of the dark

saddened days and into a light where his future

had a chance to change. The hammer came

down from his disapproving father who sent

him off the miners land. So out by Snake Route

he found himself more determined

and free of command.

Homer did not grow weary,

he did not give up, even when

finances dampened his mood.

He took his friends along and

tore apart the tracks,

building everything from scratch.

The washers, the tails,

the nozzle, the fuel,

burning, exploding,

shooting it’s trail,

off to the unknown.

Over and over he tried and he failed

 with sudden accusations setting him back

to a point of weakness he did not want to progress from.

Tragedy blew through the air in

Coalwood like so many times before.

Lives were lost to the evil black rock

that smolders beneath hell.

Young Homer had no choice

but to abandon his long lived dream

for the sake of his brothers chance,

for the evil rock he would have faced.

Indigenous.

The math was done

and Truth emerged

with all convictions set aside!

 Liberation was in the air!

Back to school for Homer and his life,

entry to the fail for the chance to change his mind.

His college was attended,

his work he succeeded in,

such a small metal brought him so far.

He trained men to go beyond,

beyond to see what was only imagine in that dream.