At the Liftoff
Ten: the countdown comes at last.
Nine: smoke rising. Such a blast.
Eight: the skies so wide and bright.
Seven: heaven's next in sight.
Six: the quivers grip the ground.
Five: the rocket's roaring sound.
Four: some day we will be there.
Three: in space suits through the air.
Two: Mars and moons and endless stars.
One: to soar beyond the birds.
Liftoff: know the universe.
At the Liftoff © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Image challenge (young person staring at billowing clouds in the distance) prompt - link:
https://allpoetry.com/contest/2750204-8-for-8---Picture-Prompt
Submitted: May 16, 2020