Second Round Sunset
Giant jets monitor the sky
Patiently waiting, for a screaming cry
Flanked by backdrop painted blue
Setting they flew
Icey cool
Seeking a gigantic, ocean pool
An identified object, ready to emerge
Piercing the atmosphere, experiencing its purge
Returning from the unknown
Coming home
Completing a ten-day mission
A spectacular vision
Now job is done
Success won
Picture perfect descent
Time well spent
Parachutes ease the dive
Ending the ride
Landing turning into a float
A galactical boat
Precise pinpoint shot
Transitioning astronaut heroes hot
Welcoming the sunset hour
Wanting celebration power
Back east
There is peace
Going fore the green
Sport jackets a dream
Trophy fashionable in style
Worth walking a few miles
Throughout the Augusta open space
Eagles earning a smiley face
Due to accurate decisions
Accomplishing a seventy-two-hole mission
Where winning could come down
To a perfectly presented round
Filled with mathematical correctness
Defeated consequences if there is a miss
Resulting, come back next week with a little less hiss
Since it takes three cornered Amens
When
Safely planted back on earth
Defending humanity’s turf
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