Like a needle penetrating the skin,
The spacecraft enters the orbit and more.
All of the astronauts prepare within.
There are great bits of grit that each must store.
Each woman and man reaches for gauges.
Every screen and module paints the space tale.
Their erudite smarts only assuages.
Them during this trip that could simply fail.
But their minds are focused on just winning.
All of the calculations inspire.
Even as they remain in space, spinning.
They float in the ship, pumped like a new tire.
Their journey will take them to points unknown.
In their logs they will write how far they’ve flown.
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Skyler Saunders
I’ve been writing since I was five-years-old. I didn’t have a wide audience until I was nine. If you enjoy my work feel free to like but also never hesitate to share. Thank you for your patronage. Take care.
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