Get phone out of the pocket. Take a picture of the rocket. Eyes nearly pop out of their socket.
Be at least 3.5 miles away. That’s the safest, they say. The sight will only make you want to play.
Pretend to be a rocket man. Zoom up as far as you can. Getting yourself up to the stars is the plan.
If you can’t go, watch the pros. There’s fire, but is that the liquid hydrogen that froze? NASA knows.
The rocket fuel burns bright. The launch illuminates the sky at night. They’ve sent up a satellite.
It’s for their communications network. This show is as amazing as Cirque. The crowd is equally berserk.
International Space Station, Mission control and orbiting fleet for observation will be in communication.
The 3.8 ton spacecraft sailed off as smoothly as a raft. Was the satellite at the Atlas 5 rocket’s aft?
The Space Station was built piece by piece, in a sort of global peace; privatization won’t make it cease.
Space travel is a business. Lack of government funding is a mess, but the industry is bound for success.
The government pull out made people worry. Is the future blurry? No, people want space in a hurry.
Calm the frustration. Bring in the corporation. Making it a business is what’s known as privatization.
Visit the Kennedy Space Center. They make money when people enter. Go to school to be an inventor.
You can still become an astronaut. Schooling isn’t for naught. The educated will continue to be sought.
Stars were around in protohistory. Space is still a bit of a mystery. NASA will continue to make history.
The Space Center holds an inventory of artifacts that tell the space travel story, the early steps of glory.
Like the Challenger, one never knows what’ll happen with a shuttle, but watching blast off is not subtle.
At first, there’s not much of a sight. There’s a small object that’s white against the darkness of night.
Then you see the glow from when the engines start to blow, and you hear people cheer and cry whoa!
If a delay makes things sound dire, when you see that ball of fire, you’re filled with space travel desire.
You want to be the one in the rocket ship. Think you are equip? Gasps of awe escape past your lip.
Close your jaw; wipe away your drool. If you want to be that cool, start studying your sciences in school.
One cannot gauge space travel by young age, as John Glenn is one that people can always try to upstage.
He traveled at 77, blasting off and up towards heaven, and that’s one heck of an inspirational leaven.
What planet did you want to explore? Climb into a rocket and soar. Space travel is anything but a bore.
There’s still much we need to know. Who will be the next to go? Will you make the night sky glow?
Study up for collateral. Will you be a space admiral? You can at least watch a launch at Cape Canaveral.
Want to see technololgy’s beauty? Make watching a launch your duty. You won’t even get sooty.
Keep your eye on the sky. Watch it go by, but the rocket will be a speck in the blink of an eye.
If you want to experience a launch, or plan a vacation stop at the Kennedy Space Center, visit www.kennedyspacecenter.org. The author of more than 100 books, Marisa Williams earned her Master’s in Writing from the Johns Hopkins University. For more my Marisa, visit www.lulu.com/spotlight/thorisaz and http://www.examiner.com/tourism-in-detroit/marisa-williams.