The Shuttles Terrible Fate
They had already started the lunch the crew in their places the shuttle flew higher into
space. The crew had only seven onward toward heaven it flew seven was doomed to
die. The crowd cheered to the crew of the shuttle. They are so brave out of the blue a
hush filled the air. As they look up at the sky smoke from the shuttle was everywhere.
The rockets broke loose and hit the ground. The shuttle’s explosion was so great the
crew of seven had just met their fate for each one knew they just lost their mate. They
prayed there is no way this could be true. The families and friends of the space shuttle
crew. The search had begun for all the pieces. We watched in sadness at home on are
TV. They search all through the night for any pieces that may come in sight. Day and
night they searched for a clue but there is nothing left of the shuttle crew. For are
nation a great loss but when I look in the sky I see a cross for the seven how’s lives
were lost. What a terrible fate.
Copyright © Craig Schaber | Year Posted 2011
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