“Seeing Mars From My Bedroom”
Iron gleaming orange, Eastward in my window. Now above old Newberg, New frontiers are looming. Soon, shall our descendants See the stars from Mars-land? Hail, O coldest cauldron, Crucible of new life!
Iron gleaming orange, Eastward in my window. Now above old Newberg, New frontiers are looming. Soon, shall our descendants See the stars from Mars-land? Hail, O coldest cauldron, Crucible of new life!