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The Fifth of November, 1955
Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The scientist hanging a clock,
Who knew on that date,
That fortune and fate,
Would reveal so much more to the Doc.
Doc Brown, Doc Brown, he did invent
Such objects of folly, with good intent,
He tumbled and fell in his lavatory
But soon after took to his lab’ratory
For though he’d been woefully injur’ed
A vision unfurled in his bruis’ed head
Great Scott! Great Scott! From this disaster
Great Scott! Great Scott! The Flux Capac’tor!
And what did he do with it? Build it!
Archival ink on paper, 6x8”.
The original drawing is now owned by a private collector.
I’ve also done a reading of this poem on YouTube.
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When I was growing up, there was a certain “inspirational” poem most, if not all, of my elderly Christian relatives had framed and displayed somewhere in their home.
I rewrote the poem as inspirational material for a Jedi pursuing the Dark Side of the Force, and set it against a Tatooine version of its standard backdrop. I don’t know about you folks, but I certainly feel more inspired now.
Here’s the poem in text:
One night I dreamed I was walking through the Tatooine desert with Lord Vader. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed bootprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of bootprints, other times there was one set only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow, or rebel defeat, I could see only one set of bootprints, so I said to Lord Vader,
“You promised me Father, that if I joined you, we would rule the galaxy as father and son. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my journey toward the Dark Side, there has only been one set of bootprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
Lord Vader replied, “The times when you have seen only one set of bootprints, my son, that is when I levitated you.”