The Science Fiction Poem

The Science Fiction Poem The Science Fiction Poem We flew in a crafted ship with a needle nose cone We stowed away in the engine room and we danced at home With the Martians we danced on the moon with the stars and the never locks we camped out with songs all around us we soon crept to bed. So happy to be on the way to the moon and to mars Eye smuggled the flashlight into the sleeping bag And the copy to read that book from the lieberry And eye always was red eye and tired From reading HEINLEIN in the night The light from the sleeping bag always was right in the book And when fear made me leave the thing or eye had to look for a place to use the facilities' in the middle of the night The story was still in my mind and eye was in flight. A boy scouting on Mars and the moon. Always the hero and winning the day Keeping the air supply safe for the girl. Always eye was a survivor the man with the plan. Turning the science fiction at hand Into dreams for all men.