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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Countdown to Christmas/Advent (10/23/08)

TITLE: Blastoff to Adventure
By matthew buchanan
10/23/08


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Blastoff to Adventure

Timmy was a bottle-rocket
Ready to explode:
Twenty-five days before that day
He anticipated quite the load

Of presents red and green and blue
Underneath the tree:
Twenty-five days until the day
Hed finally get to see.

He wanted a fire truck of bright red
With swirling flashing lights:
Oh, if I could get just that ONE toy
Id jump up in delight.

Timmy sat down every night
To write Santa a note:
Ive been so good, just as I should
The end of all he wrote.

Oh Santa please wont you bring
Red fire truck of delight?
Then hed lay awake in bed, count sheep in his head
Aglow in hope and his night light.

Hed barely slept eight or nine winks
Before hed get up to add:
And Santa if you dont have one of those
Could you tell my mom and dad?

He knew just knew it was destiny
That he would get this truck:
Hed been good as he should and such stuff
He knew hed have good luck.

Somewhere someone mustve told Timmy
You know, son, I think youre missing the point:
But Timmy only had ears to hear about
That firetruck that would anoint

His new leash on life,
His sudden gathering of friends,
Everything hed prayed for
At beginning of day and days end.

***

Christmas came, as Christmas does,
And celebration was ignited:
Timmy was nowhere to be found
In the litter of paper in which his siblings delighted.

Problem was that Timmy got tired
Waiting for his presents to come:
And on that day hed waited for,
To sleep he did succumb.

Did Timmy get the fire truck
With siren that did glow?
Oh, gentle reader, I dont think
We ever will really know.

And maybe the question is wrong
Like 2 plus 2 equals five:
Did Timmy ever learn the real Christmas tale
About Jesus being born alive?

Not sirens but the singing of angels,
Not shiny plastic but musty manger bed,
A mom and a dad, the Son of God theyd had:
Who one dayd give new meaning to red.


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Beckie Stewart10/30/08
What a great poem on the topic. Enjoyed it.
Marlene Austin11/04/08
You got a lot of story in this poem form, but at times the rhythm seemed to suffer. Nice piece. :)