What oh what is that big blue thing?
Covering hovering over this beautiful spring,
With fluffy white puffy cottons in it,
It's so pretty is it something I can eat?

What could it be that rumbling sound?!
And where oh where would is it bound?!
From afar I see the hulking abyss,
Coming surrounded with a black vengeful mist,

Together they clashed the demon and angel,
But it was one-sided, there was simply no battle,
Everything beautiful was devoured,
And on it went, the demon empowered.

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Author's Note: Once again, I ended up writing my analysis of a poem with another "poem". This is based on e.e.cummings's The Sky Was Candy.

What our class was supposed to do was to try to re-imagine the scene through the eyes of a child, and write it out our own way.

I imagined that a naive fairy-tale loving child with a little imagination would probably see it this way, of course minus the flowery (or not) language I used.

I'm still stuck with the idea that young kids would probably be a little bit shocked at those old noisy dirty rumbling locomotives at first sight lol.

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