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Bill, sharing this memory and major point in our history is a very good thing. I like the initial closing couplet. Actually, I like the other, as well. The word "just" in the first of these might be dropped. The piece itself, as a whole, suggests to me what maturing in our culture can feel like. Does feel like. We are rather "put in our place" regarding stretches and adventure in spirit. It is odd. Much more is communicated than what the words themselves point to. Quite evocative, is what I mean, Bill. Thanks. Sheila On Tue, Jul 30, 2019 at 3:34 PM Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > Reaching the moon seemed inevitable. > > Like growing up. Never been there before > > but no reason to think it a fable. > > So how did ‘Never cease’ become ‘Shut the door’? > > > Grounded on the plateau of adulthood, > > where did it go, that impulse for take-offs? > > You’d think we’d reach for the stars while we could > > but our systems shut down like stifled coughs. > > > We sputter into being, look around, > > experiment, accept, reject and surge. > > Then lose that looseness; once gone, never found > > The flagpole lists - light and dark will not merge. > > > Armstrong’s dry footprint in moondust still lies > > Who the hell knows just what it signifies. > > > > Alternative closing couplet: > > > That’s one small step, announced Armstrong back then. > > Mr Withers in class: Now back to page ten. > > > bw > > ######################################################################## > > To unsubscribe from the POETRYETC list, click the following link: > https://www.jiscmail.ac.uk/cgi-bin/webadmin?SUBED1=POETRYETC&A=1 > ######################################################################## To unsubscribe from the POETRYETC list, click the following link: https://www.jiscmail.ac.uk/cgi-bin/webadmin?SUBED1=POETRYETC&A=1