Johnie O.

The Airplane

Beneath the speedy airplane, birds fly high.
Beneath the birds, colossal skyscrapers look over the earth.
Beneath the sky scrapers, luscious green trees erect from the ground.
Beneath the trees, miniature shops open in the morning.
Beneath the shops, my bike precisely cuts through traffic like a table saw.
Beneath my bike lies the pavement.
Beneath the pavement, hyena-like dangerous utility pipes threaten me.
Beneath the pipes, the smelly track of septic pipes kills everything in front.
Beneath the septic pipes, colonies of bugs roam around.
Beneath the bugs, the deadly core of the earth haunts all life.



[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]


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