The strange figure was watching me,
Like me when I'm observing tea.
Was it a she or was it a he?
I did not know,
I was willing to explore.
It appeared to be a friend,
Nothing like the media's fiend.
I got close and it held out its hands,
This strange being had not even seen
sands.
Its eyes observed everything around,
Even though it didn't make a sound.
And as events started to unfurl;
I realized that this strange being,
needed to see the world.
So, I took it by the hand,
And the first thing I showed it,
was the wonderful sands.
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Carol Townend
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The others dropped like flies around me. We fought and struggled to get to this point. I'm the only one left now. The objective is right there. A mere two hundred feet away. The last of my team got a bullet to the head right next to me, but I couldn't do anything. I was able to locate and neutralise the sniper as he shot my friend, so his death was at least not in vain.
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A very charming and empathetic take. It gives the alien a good lesson about our world.
Wonderful sands of the beach? Loved your poem!