retiredNpoor
"To infinity...and beyond!"(see poem below)
Major Mason...NASA's. youngest astronaut... makes final calculations as he instructs his ground crew; "close the hatch grandpa...I 'll wave at you from the moon".
POEM
Lite the fuse!...I'm ready to go
around the moon, then down below.
I'll leave my print, if you don't mind,
in one giant leap for all 'kid-kind'.
Rocks I'll get for grandpa soon; then
take a 'selfie' with the man in the moon.
I'll mine green cheese (if such I find)
and hope it's not the 'stinky'kind!
Then I'll hear Houston say "fire that rocket...point it this way"
So I guess I'll have to head for home,
and promise mom no more to roam
"To infinity...and beyond!"(see poem below)
Major Mason...NASA's. youngest astronaut... makes final calculations as he instructs his ground crew; "close the hatch grandpa...I 'll wave at you from the moon".
POEM
Lite the fuse!...I'm ready to go
around the moon, then down below.
I'll leave my print, if you don't mind,
in one giant leap for all 'kid-kind'.
Rocks I'll get for grandpa soon; then
take a 'selfie' with the man in the moon.
I'll mine green cheese (if such I find)
and hope it's not the 'stinky'kind!
Then I'll hear Houston say "fire that rocket...point it this way"
So I guess I'll have to head for home,
and promise mom no more to roam