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Space Odyssey

In smoke and flames of mighty Apollo
  T-minus fifteen seconds, engines on!
Oh, great ship of divine distance I saw go
  when rocketeers on lunar ascent shone.

New Age Columbus kings voyage and realm
  in your Saturn V rocket to the moon -
new worlds beyond and Earth men at the helm
  when supersonic cracked its sonic boom.
                     
I saw the face of Jupiter and Mars,
  saw a golden eagle fly through deep space,
and saw Prometheus reach for the stars
  with flag and footprint of the human race.

I raced home from school excitedly
  and huddled the old stereogram radio -
the Eagle had landed in zero gravity
  by the light of the Earth’s blue glow.
  
The flight of the zodiac did turn and burn
  in lunar orbit out of the Milky Way -
to the moon and back I waited its return
  on re-entry splashdown on the eighth day.  

I saw the face of Jupiter and Mars,
  saw a golden eagle fly through deep space,
and saw Prometheus reach for the stars
  with flag and footprint of the human race.


               Written: May 1992
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Goldsmith Avatar
July 13, 2024 at 8:05 AM
Your "Space Odyssey" is a wonderful write with a great picture. I do not like long flights so I would not like space travel. I will stay with the MilkyWay candy bar. Hahaha!!! Have a great/fun day writing away................
Trestrail Avatar
August 7, 2024 at 2:15 AM
Smart choice, Paula. Flying in a tin can filled with tanks of rocket fuel and rocket flames ain’t my idea of fun and adventure. Cheers.
Greenhough Avatar
July 6, 2024 at 9:32 AM
An interesting, documentation of space adventure. I'm happy that there are volunteers. I'll stay here, thank you.
Trestrail Avatar
July 6, 2024 at 8:20 PM
I’m with you, Hilda. The stars and planets are beautiful from the Earth. I won’t be tripping across the Milky Way anytime soon with Elon or Branson or Bezos. The money that is spent on space travel and colonisation could feed and house the world. This planet needs their resources more.
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