On this the 42nd year since we landed a man upon the moon and on the eve of the space shuttle Atlantis returning from her final voyage, I sent this poem to the Lake City Reporter. As expected, they never published it.
Soon Atlantis sounds her final sonic boom
As dark side of the moon landings revert to a memory of history.
Our dreams crashing upon the globe of gloom,
Dimming vision down to a earth bound misery.
Will they have perished in vain?
The Flash Gordon's who pierced the stratosphere,
The latter-day Elijah's who in their fiery chariots came,
To give the huddled masses something to cheer.
To drink from the fountains of a Milky Way,
Fathom first hand the cradle of the Celestial dawn,
Embrace it but for a moment creations day,
Compose from the Martian sea a new song.
Far beyond the life of today's narrow men,
A Sagan shall rise and point to the skies,
To heavenly Atlantis we must sail again!
As a gleam returns to the huddled eyes.
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