Good Earth: Excerpt Two

It was thin, a wisp of sparkling light.

It hung from a cloud in the deep blue of night.

Labuck's hands reached and grabbed it tight

letting it carry him, drawing him upwards

to the sky in sleepy flight.

Labuck's feet left the ground and he rose higher and higher. His Creeping Charlie bed shrunk smaller and smaller.
The trees became one shape of forest and still he rose(ha! The author smiles...Tricked ya'! Thought this was rhyming, didn't you?Sorry, it's that horn that keeps poking the corner of my halo.) until he sat just beneath the moon!

There, Labuck sat, swinging from a moon beam.
And as he sat, Labuck pondered.

He pondered how light he was, 'cause he's not a light man, but now he was.
Most curious.
And even more curious was the moon beam, of course!
How can he hold such a thing of glassy-looking shimmers?
And most curious of all was that
this was not a scary situation to him.
Well, I am Labuck, he snorted, punctuating his pondering.
"I am Labuck - the Fearless!" He shouted to his friend, the ever-smiling Moon.