"Caretaker of the Islands" - Online Journals Archive
This material was posted elsewhere in October 2008:

Space Poem Time

We're ready for take off,
The window is coming.
We'll all be back soon,
To land in Wyoming.

Our spacesuits are on,
And oxyen pumping.
The boosters are primed,
And media watching.

Our purpose is clear,
Research our compulsion.
The guages are steady,
Controlling propulsion.

One hundred and counting,
Our pulses are rising.
But something is wrong,
The alarm bell is sounding.

We'd like to go now,
But a message is here.
Our budget's been cut,
So we'll go in a year...
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