The auditorium was filled
With every
class in school.
On stage, a
small TV set sat –
For sure,
too miniscule.
The year was
’61 or 2,
A spaceship
set to go,
With either Alan
Shepard
Or John
Glenn; I do not know.
But we’d
been prepped and we were psyched;
We watched
in silent awe,
Though only
those in front were sure
Of what they
really saw.
I though of
that last night as I
Was fixed on
my TV
To watch the
capsule slowly drift
And plop
into the sea.
To many
younger folk, this wasn’t
Much of a
big deal.
They couldn’t
quite experience
What those
my age did feel
Remembering so
long ago
When space
was the frontier
We thought
we’d conquer, but that was
A different
atmosphere.
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