Short dreams in classrooms, long discussions in bars;
a foretaste in the speed of souped up cars,
and amateur rockets, burning fuel stored in jars;
with no regard to failures, injuries or scars---
they leap from earth to the moon, and look at Mars;
and, from that base, design a path to the stars.
Starward
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Awesome job with this!!
Thanks muchly
I appreciate the kind words. The lines of the poem actually came to me while I was showering this morning, and by the time I stepped out, the poem was complete. Thanks again for the kind comment.
Seryddwr