Moon Landing

Fifty years ago, Neil Armstrong 
Walked upon on the moon,
An act unparalleled which caused
All 'round the world to swoon.

Yet memory's a funny thing,
'Cause in my brain, like glue,
More than that was John Glenn
Splashing down in 1962.

They called all classes down to watch,
On stage, on a TV;
To us, it was the most exciting 
Thing we'd ever see.  

It set the bar for future feats,
(But seven earth years sooner)
Yet that's the one I treasure
More than triumphs strictly lunar.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Johnson Avatar
July 27, 2019 at 4:45 PM
One small step for Shepard and Glenn, one huge honor for Neil Armstrong. :/ Now I'm hearing Old Blue Eye's singing, Fly me to the moon. :)
Wolf Avatar
July 25, 2019 at 3:59 PM
Funny, I remember Alan Shepherd's first flight and Yuri Gagarin's preceding orbital mission the best. Memory is selective, as they say. :) gw
Allison Avatar
July 25, 2019 at 2:30 PM
the tv has gone crazy with moon landing coverage last week and we took our son to a 2 hr talk on the event - we all learned so much information... and as for the cynics who said it never happened they must be martians lol:-) hugs jan xx
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