1 DISCLAIMER: I don't own Luke or any other Star Wars character, they're
owned by Lucas! (Lucky guy)
2 "Skywalker" by KalesKid
A white starship model,
red insignia of a dying force painted
on its tall wing told,
he was with boyish dreams.
Tall pale boots, sand embedded
in there every groove,
said he was a farmer of some sort.
Tools, stained with green-tinted grease
hung against an earth-toned wall saying
he was quite handy.
The half-finished robot, wires dangling
from metal insides begging to be fixed
spoke of a young man, work forgotten.
High-tech telescope binoculars
hung loosely to the door, easily snatched,
said he was watching the sky
for something important.
Crumbled letter on the floor,
Bold words of an academy
training pilots for an alliance,
whispered he was needed to live
higher than a farmer's life.
An elegant weapon, detailed insides
cased by stylized silver lay on
a dark hooded cloak too large
for a boys shoulders said he was given
a great gift.
Tracks pressed into the hot sand
leading away from the charred home
said he left for distant stars.
2 "Skywalker" by KalesKid
A white starship model,
red insignia of a dying force painted
on its tall wing told,
he was with boyish dreams.
Tall pale boots, sand embedded
in there every groove,
said he was a farmer of some sort.
Tools, stained with green-tinted grease
hung against an earth-toned wall saying
he was quite handy.
The half-finished robot, wires dangling
from metal insides begging to be fixed
spoke of a young man, work forgotten.
High-tech telescope binoculars
hung loosely to the door, easily snatched,
said he was watching the sky
for something important.
Crumbled letter on the floor,
Bold words of an academy
training pilots for an alliance,
whispered he was needed to live
higher than a farmer's life.
An elegant weapon, detailed insides
cased by stylized silver lay on
a dark hooded cloak too large
for a boys shoulders said he was given
a great gift.
Tracks pressed into the hot sand
leading away from the charred home
said he left for distant stars.