A Night to Remember

A Night to Remember
By Dane Smith-Johnsen

The whirring sound was loud, very loud.
There we were tent pitched in the forest.
He was only eleven and I,
Well, I had entered the downhill side.

We wouldn’t have been there except that
He was proud of the campsite he found.
And had learned some new campfire skills.
He wanted to demonstrate cooking.

Hidden in darkness, lurked adventure.
But first, dinner and exploration,
A circle of rocks for the campfire
Fallen wood used for an open flame.

Potatoes, pork, veggies, seasonings
Together wrapped in aluminum.
Nothing could this freedom spoil. We thought.
Hunger pangs gripping the aroma.

Ten minutes on one side; then, flip it.
Deliciously tantalizing taste.
I marveled at his new skillfulness.
A gourmet dream among scented pines.

After the quick and easy clean up,
It was time to hike to the platform.
We climbed to the observation point.
And watched nature in total silence.

Before long, dusk was upon us. So,
We rushed back to the tent, turned on the light,
And played a few card games by the lantern.
We had no sooner begun playing…

When we heard it… loud and strange above.
That whirring sounded like no other.
I wasn’t afraid until I looked.
Above us, a large circle of lights

Hovering stationary “watching”
What was that thing? Oh, God please not now!
Not here. We don’t want to disappear.
What would my daughters do if, if… No!

Quick, turn off the light. Don’t move. Shhh… Shhh!
“Not a word,” I said. “What is it, mom?”
“What? What’s out there? What is that noise, ma?”
“I don’t know!” I replied. “Be still. Shhh!”

My heart began pounding fast and loud.
Terror! I tried to think and stay calm.
I had never seen anything … No!
Nothing like it hovering, whirring.

I tried to be brave. My son peeked out.
Don’t move. There in the darkness, I prayed.
Please protect us from this U.F.O.!
My daughters would… Oh, the tragedy.

My son and I snuggled together.
Stiffly, afraid to move, we waited.
Praying, hoping for a solution.
Thoughts passed faster than those blinking lights.

Then, I had an idea. Intelligence!
If they are from somewhere far away,
They must have advanced technology.
And if they do, they might understand.

Okay, I’ll try it. Nothing to loose—
They already know we are in here.
Otherwise, why are they not moving?
Softly and fearfully, I began.

“If you’re up there listening, please don’t…
Besides my son, I have two daughters.
There would be no one to care for them
If you took me, they would suffer, much.

So, please, if you want to study us,
P l e a s e reconsider and let us stay.
I know that we are at your mercy.
But don’t take us away. They need me.

Not another word or a motion.
Frozen, feeling vulnerable and praying,
My son and I waited in silence.
The noise stopped. I crept to the tent door.

They were gone! How unbelievable!
Somewhat stunned by the experience,
We left the lights out and went to sleep.
Day, weeks, years and almost forgotten,

Until, in disbelief, I saw it!

Yes, right there on the Internet pictures.
Never before seen in outer space.
Photos of the huge hovering thing
Somewhere in the universe… Now seen.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen 11-11-09

A Night to Remember


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Artist's Description

This mother and son camping Adventure is based upon a true experience that left us convinced that UFOs do exist. This story-poem tells about a close encounter with a UFO during a weekend camping trip years ago. It was only recently brought to mind again, after viewing some NASA Outer Space Photographs. Suspense and fright were griping one night in a State Forrest.

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