Frank Poem by marie burton

Evolution where did it begin
On another planet in a different skin
Drake had the equations put his career on the line
To reline a satellite dish and point it to the sky
Listening to the stations for fifty years and more
Waiting for a sound to open up the door
Now he has a farm with dishes everywhere
Waiting for signal a voice from above
The universe so vast we may never hear a sound
But we keep on trying we small earthlings on the ground

Written by M. Burton