Space Story

Moving into space from the hills of Dover It’s just a lander, it won’t be a land rover Time will not count this quiet, lonely flight There’s no special rush for anyone to write We worry about a slow, safe Mars landing A lander’s speed makes this so demanding Dodging hazards and dunes is often just luck It’s a blessing to land outside the filthy muck Beside the canyons and volcanic mountains Mars has craters deeper than lush fountains So once the exploration brings new findings Confidence in space science will be binding