The morning Sun was warm and bright
Over the fields not far from home
When there was a flash of light
A shimmering of polished chrome
I've seen a ship in the sky
I've seen a flying machine
I've no proof, I've no photograph
I half expected you to laugh
There were no engines, no silver wings
And no sound filled the air
I thought I was seeing things
As I watched it disappear
I've seen a ship in the sky
I've seen a flying machine
It left me in wonder, it left me in awe
And it left me wanting to see more.
Lyndon Queripel
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- Yuletide Blues - Diane Scantlebury
- You Call This A Golden Handshake! - Lester Queripel
- Obituary - Lyndon Queripel
- Gull - Tony Bradley
- Sonnet For Newtown - Andrew Barham
- December 26th - Trudie Shannon
- Do You Believe? - Ian Duquemin
- I Believe in Santa - Donald Keyman
- Song Of The Christmas Turkey - Richard Fleming
- Festive Birds - Tony Gardner
- December 21 - Stephen A. Roberts
- Altogether, not a bad trip - Tony Bradley
- Ship In The Sky - Lyndon Queripel
- Port Soif revisited, on a calm day - Bryony de Lat
- Grizzlies In Town - Andrew Barham
- The Human Sickness - Ian Duquemin
- Men In Ice - Richard Fleming
- Pink Sky - Kathy Figueroa
- Syrian Carol - Diane Scantlebury
- Closure - Tony Bradley
- A Time Of The Signs - Lyndon Queripel
- Late Night Shopping - Donald Keyman
- Cave Paintings - Stephen A. Roberts
- Where Man Had Been - Ian Duquemin
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- Another World - Diane Scantlebury
- The Butterfly - Liz Woodington
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