I was looking at the horizon
When a new day was born
One of those rare mornings
When my thoughts were not torn.
I saw the nothingness of space
Where brave men explore.
Rockets to the heavens.
Who could ask for any more?
New pages will be written,
New names engraved.
History will acknowledge,
The heroes who engaged.
But soon on earth it's forgotten.
In passage of time they are lost.
Who can remember their exploits,
Or the lives that it cost.
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or small, open horizons for our betterment
Lady Vivian
since we are the ones who remember, it's up to
us to keep it alive... Educate the children, read
and let them use their vision to see what we've done
before that socialist got into office..
Well done George
Love and Light
Lily
budd
Love ya!
Jane