Clang, clang, clang The MC meekly stood on the capsule step "Last living of the colonists who settled our planet we honor you and seek you as a guest at our celebration" "It is so hot I cannot come Thank you Good-bye" Clang, clang, clang The mayor proudly mounted the capsule step "Last born in space now on our New Eden please celebrate with us your generation's grand success" "It is so windy I cannot come thank you good-bye" Clang, clang, clang The concerned child waited on the capsule step "Grandfather, please, come to our party" He looked down eyes wet with fear and shame. "But the sky, ... it is so big, what will hold me to the ground?" She gripped his trembling leather hand. "I will." Together they stepped onto the soil, away from the climate controlled cabin, that had wrapped him, and his ancestors. -T. Gene Davis |