Last Laugh By Lee Bennett Hopkins

They all laughed when I told themI wanted to be

A woman in spaceFloating so free.

But they won't laugh at meWhen they finally seeMy feet up on MarsAnd my face on TV.

First Moon LandingBy J. Patrick Lewis

Two highfliers,Buzz and Neil,Said they couldn’tWait to feelJust what kind ofMoon it was “Take a look around,”Said Buzz.

Open the hatch And out the door,Down the ladderTo the moonlit floor.After he hadSunk his heelInto the dusty Ocean, NeilKnew what a lovelyMoon it was “One small step Said Neil to Buzz.

Dear Old Moon:

Your new moon faceHas human footprints every place.The astronauts did not take careAnd walked upon you everywhere.But worse, they left behind a messThat surely causes you distress.Forgive us, moon,Please keep your glow.With love,From all of usbelow.

Letter To The MoonBy Jane Yolen

As a pale phantom with a lampAscends some ruined haunted stair,So glides the moon along the dampMysterious chambers of the air.Now hidden in cloud, and now revealed,As if this phantom, full of pain,Were by the crumbling walls concealed,And at the windows seen again.Until at last, serene and proudIn all the splendour of her light,She walks the terraces of cloud,Supreme as Empress of the Night.I look, but recognize no moreObjects familiar to my view;The very pathway to my doorIs an enchanted avenue.All things are changed. One mass of shade,The elm-trees drop their curtains down;By palace, park, and colonnadeI walk as in a foreign town.The very ground beneath my feetIs clothed with a diviner air;White marble paves the silent streetAnd glimmers in the empty square.Illusion! Underneath there liesThe common life of everyday;Only the spirit glorifiesWith its own tints the sober grey.In vain we look, in vain upliftOur eyes to heaven, if we are blind;We see but what we have the giftOf seeing; what we bring we find.

MoonlightBy Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Cosmic Gypsies By task force

[Chester P]I’m the spacemen type, chewing meteoric porridgeThe asteroid arsenal’s beefing up my courageThe Lunar Base burglar, sun spots burn you upI’ll be shooting stars at Mars, the planet murdererMy spaceship’s flying, a red dwarf allianceDrying up the milky ways, galactic piratesThugged out astronaut, my mind can’t be rescuedI sniff stardust, manufactured off NeptuneI’m the cosmic gypsy, tipsy from plutonium whiskyThis freaky alien from Pluto gives meMy soldiers from the Solar, roll on your rapper-dreadsLike a herd of asteroids, spaceman, magnetic space shower- My debris clashes JupiterHeavyweight powers, all my forces are nuclearSo keep your cursive distance, feel when I snapLike a Venus penis-trap, from Mercury and backI’m known by kingpins in drug rings of SaturnYou mess with this space-fog and something’s gotta happenSo grab the Southern crust if that’s any constellationsSome space stations serve shit from UranusBut they get demolished by the inter-stellar famousSpaceman type from section that’s namelessI’m the cosmic gypsy, welcome to my kingdomThe space is my wife and these planets are my children

[Braintax]In my capsule, blast trough, green escape podFloating on through the velvet robes, a sun godRadio has gone dead I navigate past the PloughFeel ecstatic, like “Hey mum look at me now!”Rough course traveling, infinite space palaceHope I’m on the face with Aurora Borealis type light showsDiamonds where I tread on space carpetVolcanic aeronus, brewed ‘em in the AntarcticShow me a sign, a doc for the inter-planetary flea

marketBuy a frozen apple, I’ll preserve for the shower when your ship gets hitBurning up, I remember Earth, chewing on the pips[Pip Pip Pip Pip]Your lasers can’t touch my trackingI’m startsinct, with universal underground backingThe moonhopping massive and the cloud-steppersPlutionians, satenights, guided by satellitesMy stellar encompasses energy and mindstateEmit solar power, O2 and gyrateStay adrift, oceans down before shipsSail my galleon, caravan time-line trips

[Farma G]Farma stargazer, inter-stellar space chaseAsteroid belt waist line, lunar man paysUniversal supernovas, guide to the galaxyHitchhiking time.bandit seeking ETSleepwalker in the starts, spirits of the skiesAstrology reborn, with Taurus by my sideI free celestial latitudes sliding down black holesMy hemisphere magic brings spaceman snowStardust shower, grey plough sky harvestSatellite demolition, chicken run with a TardisMy Starship Enterprise is inter-planetaryWith big banging theories, from here to PleiadesThe summes souls countdown to be solarThe moon’s in the ninth house, an old star ordesAngular planets descending from their birthplaceIn tune with the infinite, desirable skyscraperA cosmical period, a cycle of heavenThe biology of God, I tie the ribbon in the skyAtmospheric radiation, technological meltdownOrbiting planets for elemental powers foundMy head’s buried in volumes, a space encyclopediaSuper nature creatures, Farma star healerI watch the Autumn equinox the burn that TitanI bathe in moonrays that feel totally enlightened

In love with the stars, seduced by the ZodiacSpaceman type, Farma universal man

[Jehst]Lion of the Zodiac, know me as a zoomorphic mes-sengerWho orbits the regular, star north of NebulaStormcloud dweller, moonboots stepping on the inter-stellar path- Let a trail of the lexiconAlphabet soup, dragon space suit sentinelKeep off the stargate, my soul stays chemicalOld space in several places, zero gravitational fields- The stars plough my acresI’m weightless now, in Mother Nature’s imaginationEscape the status of carbonite preservationI occupy lunar bases and moon cratersThe shield mje from meteor storms and new dangersCosmos, conquistador crusadersAnd space age sabre-tooth tiger suit slayersExplore the dunes, we move with the spice minorsBeside sience, black holes and white giantsPsychic neckrunners and android headhuntersCyber punks bungee jumping off the third rockMixing Smirnoff with Dandelion & BurdockMoonjuice sipping, step-children of the Earth gods- My home’s a heavenI fell back to earth where electric sheep feed on the astro turfI surf the network, and my skin turns silverMetallic anatomy, the space probe builderRainbow conceiver, I’m bleeding mercuryCaught in a timewarp, and all I see is burgundyMy fingertips glisten, gripping crystallised flowersRed and green sparkle, marvel at the powersAsteroid showers, inter-planetary rainfallBrainstorm colourcharts, the cosmic paintballThe mega-blast, travel on the Battle Star GalacticaJehst! The invalid to infiltrated Gattica

I’m the cosmic gypsy, welcome to my kingdomThe space is my wife and these planets are my chil-dren Spaceman............

Space OddityDavid Bowie

Ground control to major Tom Ground control to major Tom Take your protein pills and put your helmet on (Ten) Ground control (Nine) to major Tom (Eight) (Seven, six) Commencing countdown (Five), engines on (Four) (Three, two) Check ignition (One) and may gods (Blastoff) love be with you

This is ground control to major Tom, you’ve re-ally made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear Now it’s time to leave the capsule if you dare

This is major Tom to ground control, I’m step-ping through the door And I’m floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today Here am I floatin’ ‘round my tin can far above the world Planet Earth is blue and there’s nothing I can do

Though I’m past one hundred thousand miles, I’m feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell my wife I love her very much, she knows Ground control to major Tom, your circuits dead, there’s something wrong Can you hear me, major Tom? Can you hear me, major Tom? Can you hear me, major Tom? Can you... Here am I sitting in my tin can far above the Moon Planet Earth is blue and there’s nothing I can do

Rocket ManMusic by elton johnLyrics by bernie taupin

She packed my bags last night pre-flightZero hour nine a.m.And I’m gonna be high as a kite by thenI miss the earth so much I miss my wifeIt’s lonely out in spaceOn such a timeless flight

And I think it’s gonna be a long long timeTill touch down brings me round again to findI’m not the man they think I am at homeOh no no no I’m a rocket manRocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kidsIn fact it’s cold as hellAnd there’s no one there to raise them if you didAnd all this science I don’t understandIt’s just my job five days a weekA rocket man, a rocket man

And I think it’s gonna be a long long time...

SilverWalter de la Mare

Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; Couched in his kennel, like a log, With paws of silver sleeps the dog; From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep; A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws, and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream.