The moon

              

POEM #2

One step,

Right after the other,

The perilous landing,

Finally complete,

After reporting to home,

Which is miles away,

He takes the first step,

A step immortalized in history,

For years to come,

We,

The First Nation,

Show our pride,

By thrusting a flag into the ground,

The red, white, and blue,

Stands static,

A monument frozen in time,

We,

The first country,

We won the race,

Showing our importance,

By being the first flag that was placed,

And shoving it in everyone's faces,

We,

Passed the test,

And seemed so excited,

Every child knows the name,

Neil Armstrong they say,

But ask who is the second,

And the silence rings loudly,

In your ears,

The second man is,

Unimportant, excluded, uninvited,

To the history lesson,

I,

Wonder how long he thought of those words,

Was it in the moment,

The day,

A month,

Or for years,

THUNK,

He lands on the ground,

This piece of rock,

People have looked up to,

Stared at,

Is now conquered,

Finished,

Done,

What will be our next aspiration,

The moon,

Is,

One small step for man,

One large step for mankind.