Moon Landing
The moons craggy surface.
Centred around a large crate,
Changes as it comes nearer.
The contours and the wide open plains,
Another world without vegetation.
Now I pass by the rocky surface,
And land at the foot of the mountains of the moon.
From out of my vessel I touch this Planet,
Dusty. rough. unlike the pastures of my home.
I travel the planet in leaps and bounds,
Past Hundred foot cliffs,
To hundred foot deep pits.
A feeling of strangeness comes over me,
Alone on a vast planet,
No-one to help me.
Edmund Torpey 2A.
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