This evening I resume blogging after a hiatus of several months. I am embarking on a new project, and I plan to share the path I will undertake in that project with you, beginning in a few days. First, however, I want to take advantage of this platform, one which had not even been imagined nearly fifty years ago. Beginning in the summer of my rising high school junior year, I began writing poems. I don’t expect you to declare these the finest poems that you have ever read, or that they are even better than average poems. Instead, take them as they are – the words of a high school boy, at fifteen or sixteen years of age, looking for a way to express his feelings. Some of them are earnest, some try to make light, some may do both. I’ll limit them to one poem per post, and as there are not many, they’ll all be up within a week or so. The first was inspired by James Lovell, Frank Borman, and William Anders, the crew of Apollo 8, which as many of you will recall was the first manned mission to orbit the moon, having done so at Christmas, 1968.

Dedicated to the Moon

You were considered romantic,
Until a spaceman’s antics
Made him say you’re gray,
And the rest he had to say
   Ruined you.