ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Postcard From Mars

There's a trillion stars
and one of them's Mars,
and that's where I'm wanting to go.
It shines brightly red
'mongst stars overhead,
a warming and welcoming glow.
A star it not be?
No difference to me.
It lives way out there in deep space.
Can't save for a house
on this planet of ours
so I'm thinking that Mars is the place.
I'm planning a trip,
booked on a space ship
that's due to depart in the spring.
I will be space suited,
luggage is included,
I will not be packing a thing.
I'll have all new neighbours,
they live in the craters,
antennae on top of their head.
They 're tiny and green,
but they're easily seen
'gainst a backdrop of nothing but red.
So wish me good luck
as I pack my space truck
to head off to the great unknown.
Don't worry at all,
I'll give you a call
if I can get bars on my phone.
I'll try for a while,
continue to dial,
I'll contact you, never you fear.
If I can't get through
a post card will do,
that simply says 'Wish you were here'.

Copyright (c) Allan Cropper May 2015

I think kids might like that one Allan.

Heather

I think you will find the dolphins are already there.

We have this plain white van to take you to the ship. Our Mars travellers always enjoy our service, as have the two moon men.

You are too kind, Neville. Can I assume the drivers of the plain white van also have long plain white coats?

Dolphins on Mars, Stephen. There is water there after all? Great stuff.

Heather - I tossed up whether or not to put it in the Children's Poetry section. Maybe better suited there.

The van drivers are very understanding about space travel.

I've realised I neglected to say - I like it too Allan.

Thanks Matt

Thanks Heather

Thanks Neville. I am straight-jacketed and ready to go

Hello new neighbours