Saturday, April 11, 2026

The Artemis Splashdown

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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