(1/24/70 / Brooklyn)

What do you think this poem is about?

A challenge

Cold held the morning
and a challenge was made
meetings were held around tables shaped like o-rings
lives decided in an instant

Challenges to system
were questioned
answers were frozen
sealed shut
never to be broken

A bird of white and black
layed in its nest challenging
its off spring
to fly

Like a teacher was in the class room
the students stood silent
history was in session
challenging there mind and the sprites

73 seconds
and the challenge was answered
In a sky of blue
now yellow and burnt orange

Those eight who took the challenge
for a chance at one giant step for man kind
they will forever be remembered
as heros
until a new challenge was asked
and new discoverys
were uncovered

Submitted: Monday, April 09, 2007
Edited: Saturday, February 12, 2011


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  • Roshni D'Souza (4/25/2009 9:31:00 PM)

    Brilliant flow of thoughts!

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  • JoAnn McGrath (4/9/2007 6:51:00 AM)

    I like how you lead me through to the Challenger mission
    nice write

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