Frank

Evolution where did it begin On another planet in a different skin Drake had the equations put his career on the line To reline a satellite dish and point it to the sky Listening to the stations for fifty years and more Waiting for a sound to open up the door Now he has a farm with dishes everywhere Waiting for signal a voice from above The universe so vast we may never hear a sound But we keep on trying we small earthlings on the ground Written by M. Burton