and post notes and photos about your poem like Lewis Raynes.
If the robot on Mars could think for itself, what would it think about..... might be looking for an apple tree.
Things are quiet when I’m so far away,
No one can hear what I say,
And the sun sets in blue along the horizon,
By the end of each glorious day,
On this little red planet made of iron and dust,
This planet I now call my home,
This quiet bare land where no man has been,
Just me here living alone,
With my batteries for life, solar panels for food,
I wander around oh so slow,
I’ve learnt how to live on this uninhabited land,
And my mind it’s learning to grow,
So I wrote my own book about my beautiful life,
Being sent here down from the stars,
How I set everything up on this remotest of places,
I’m the robot called Adam on Mars.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2018