Shape

The

Clear-eyed

Lad gazed into

The nightime sky

Dreaming of his future as

An astronaut. He could al-

Most feel the tremors of the

Rocket motors getting ready

To punch a hole into the void

On the way to the Moon,or to

Jupiter, or anywhere off the

Surface of the Earth. In the

Background would be heard

The   chant …

Eight, Seven,

Six,     Five,

We have ignition,

Four, Three,

Two, One

Lift-off !

Go! Go!

Free!

Free! Free!

Free!       Free!

Free!           Free!