Unborn Poem by Nancy Ames

'We live beneath the dome
and try to generate
the power for our home
and something on our plate.

My Mum says there's a place
where you can see so far,
and turn your happy face
toward a twinkling star.

I know I'm not too big,
but I have got a friend
and one day we will dig
a tunnel to the end.

Then we will go and see,
and we will stand and walk;
one moment running free
means more than all this talk.'