In a local hardware store,
An old one – not a chain –
I found just what I needed,
Though I thought I’d search in vain.
Some saucers for my flowerpots
So water wouldn’t drip.
I’d recently transplanted
And I had to re-equip.
Imagine my surprise, though;
On these saucers, what’d I see?
A label boldly stating
They were “Made in Germany.”
It really goes to show you,
Since that gave me such a shock,
That it’s rare to find an import
That is not from Chinese stock.
Guess some other countries export,
Or at least it so appears,
But more likely, my new saucers
Have been on that shelf for years!
An advanced party
From many years in the future
Visit a planet called earth
A most barren of features
They ascend a steep hill
Like a battle scarred scene
As their receivers locate
Something unseen
They scrape the dirt
And uncover a find
Something so old
From a different time
Surveillance over
They head back to their ship
To set out again
Once they re-equip
The items they found
In particular on that hill
With their modern technology
They hear a historical chill
They sit in angst
At the words they hear
From a few centuries ago
A voice in fear
As i stood on the porch
Over looking the valley
I start to view the comets
As i await earths finale
To know what happened, please read " The Day of the Comets - Act 2 "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-8.php