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#92 Space - Flight
I hate this first bit.
Always have, always will
Never quite enjoyed this thrill
A clench of fists, my teeth grit
The countdown begins
I do a check - I've got my things
The safety announcement
Please lift up your cabin trays
Check how to exit on the displays
Departure is now imminent
I strap in real tight, fumbling
I can hear the engines rumbling
This trip is quite short
Due to last a mere two days
Which seems a long way aways
As my mind is on just one thought
I must stay conscious, I must
The engines start their thrust
I feel as if I'm dying
This is a slow but powerful course
I try to withstand the G-Force
And then we are flying
I have overcome my fear
My reward for consciousness is clear
All around me, space
The wonders of the galaxy come into view
In utmost clarity, vast and true
Yet mine is the only wondered face
Some glance briefly, the universe quickly seen
Others look not at all, this trip is routine
I am always sad when I realise
That humanity can so quickly be bored
With that which our discoveries grant accord
But then I see another set of glimmering eyes
The small girl next to me, staring out into forever
I squeeze her hand and we stare, together.
***
http://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2014/10/space-flight.html
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By Harry MasonI hate this first bit.
Always have, always will
Never quite enjoyed this thrill
A clench of fists, my teeth grit
The countdown begins
I do a check - I've got my things
The safety announcement
Please lift up your cabin trays
Check how to exit on the displays
Departure is now imminent
I strap in real tight, fumbling
I can hear the engines rumbling
This trip is quite short
Due to last a mere two days
Which seems a long way aways
As my mind is on just one thought
I must stay conscious, I must
The engines start their thrust
I feel as if I'm dying
This is a slow but powerful course
I try to withstand the G-Force
And then we are flying
I have overcome my fear
My reward for consciousness is clear
All around me, space
The wonders of the galaxy come into view
In utmost clarity, vast and true
Yet mine is the only wondered face
Some glance briefly, the universe quickly seen
Others look not at all, this trip is routine
I am always sad when I realise
That humanity can so quickly be bored
With that which our discoveries grant accord
But then I see another set of glimmering eyes
The small girl next to me, staring out into forever
I squeeze her hand and we stare, together.
***
http://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2014/10/space-flight.html