Ingenuity Poem by Paul Warren

Across a red planet Martian sky
Flying in an alien atmosphere on high
Such a little craft with our eye
A wonder so far from home to fly

What will you see about the plain
A dry place without a spot of rain
Will their be strange eyes looking at you
As you fly past without noticing too

Perhaps there may be a news report
On an alien broadcast retort
Of a UFO flying mysteriously
And wondering what on Mars it would be.

© Paul Warren Poetry