R J. Elless Poet Monorhyme

Decision To Fly

It has been a long time.
Summer of sixty-nine.
Dad, Uncle Don, and I
Their decision to fly.
Wires, you control type.
I ran and walked inside.
For Pepsi cold as ice.
Was there under five.
Had just arrived.
He hit a high-tension line.
The mega-volt kind.
The arcs flashed, pure white.
Blinding light, ten feet high.
As we knelt by his side
tears welled, began to cry.
It has been a long time.
My Dad survived.
Etched forever in mind.

Truth is stranger than Fiction.

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Linda Alice Fowler March 11, 2023 at 1:18 PM Frightening experience! Good write. :) R J. Elless March 12, 2023 at 5:50 AM Yes, it was scary. He hit that high-tension line and it burned his hands and went right through him. burned through his socks and burnt the bottom of his shoes. Lucky to be alive. It was a long time ago. Linda, Thank you for your comments, Have aGreat Day.