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In those bleak fields that so quietly lie - stilled as graves, Between where the thin wind creaks and upwardly heaves, Unseen feet can sometimes be heard Shuffling through the old woods discarded leaves. For i have seen those strange distant lights That detach themselves from heavens spilling crowds; When dropping over the blindside of the little ridge They rise to leap from cloud to cloud. Impossible angles of inexplicable darting momentum - Inwardly gyrating wheels now ingeniously turning; Marvelous these the strange crafts of unknown design... Yes - I have seen the night skies burning! For well i remember as a reckless child How i stole out to ascend that one forbidden hill: Cast deep plans, set the clock ticking accordingly, Rose, wrapped myself against Novembers raw chill. Deep inside the Beech-hanger the Plough was struggling, And over the despairing holt a devisive breeze... As, of a sudden, on the edge of swirling darkness - Showered particles upon vapourous ethers so violently seized! Oh the hissing bolts of sizzling electrons - Brilliance of colours like a dying meteors last rites! Anti-Graviton paradox of mastered equational conundrum Igniting the latent freeze within winters sharp night. Radiant orb held aligned by polar-opposites forceful lines, Spinning upon a singular point with such consummate ease; Roaring furiously liken fabled dragon of Arthurian legend, Hot breath licking across lines of illuminated trees. Momentary seconds that crept alongside an age enraptured Amidst tumbling thoughts of - "Just another Alien abductee"! Then, gently tilting starboard, accelerating smoothly away, Vanishing over the stacks and tiled rooftops of nearby Walton-Lea. Often have i wistfully pondered in ever hopeful, watchful years: What was it so witnessed as it hung before me in suspended flight? And - with many cramming thoughts - groping for answers sought - Recalling the wondrous moment of such an awe-inspiring sight!