Fighting PlanesA Poem by Frank F. Atanacioa village bombed by fighting planesAgainst time he would race, his voice carried far ahead of his running pace, the once blue sky was red, as fighting planes would hover, and all the women and children scrambled for cover, the fighting planes roared over the small village, firing as they went, thoughts cornered, and bent, minds sent, and so much damage, causing so much harm, he instinctively ducked and covered his head with his arm, nothing deployed, there was no fighting back, village destroyed, with the senseless attack © 2010 Frank F. AtanacioReviews
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5 Reviews Added on December 1, 2010 Last Updated on December 1, 2010 AuthorFrank F. AtanacioShelton, CTAboutI'm a fun-loving person who loves sports, baseball, and football, and enjoy writing I love writing my Nick PT Barnum Mystery Novels... New One Out Now When The Kingdom Comes God Will Understand.. Che.. more..Writing
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