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A Poem by RobertRonnow


Author: RobertRonnow
Created: November 09, 2015 at 06:50 am
Upload Type: Poem, G (All)  
Category: Free Verse | Writing | General/Other
Upload Stats: 4.5 Stars by 1 users with 1 comments and 124 views

October Sky  

The teacher dies having made her small contribution
to the colonization of other planets by motivating
a boy who would otherwise be a coal miner to become
a rocket engineer.
                              Throughout the nation teachers
are sending their prize pupils through the funnel
flask to produce technology from pure science.
The mother and father are good, disciplined, god-
fearing people who stand firm against dissolution
and chaos. They hold their clod of soil in place
and others do the same to create the landscape
of community.
                        Communities across the nation
and the world produce the many to support the few
who make the tools and do the math to colonize
the planets. Once the secret of warp speed is
discovered, expansion of the species is
limitless.
                Perhaps learning Sidewinder, playing it
imperfectly, is not a direct contribution to destiny.
What can I say. Please yourself. So
insignificant no one notices or cares. Yet
some stories may be told for centuries. Homer,
Shakespeare, Bible.
                                 It takes constantly renewed
consciousness to persevere, retell the stories and
interpret lessons. You go, girl.


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M-Uselli
November 09, 2015
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This certainly gives an interesting spin on Rocket Science! I wonder what would happen if you tried to launch a rocket on coal-fired power? Would it quickly burn out? I haven't read Homer, and very little of the Bible. And have studied Shakespeare, though not to any high academic level! We acted out some scenes at school. But that seems so long ago now. PS: I could never get my head around maths and science. I was more of a sporting/outdoors kind of girl. Best wishes, Anna x
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PPS: I love the fact that the teacher is a woman. Adds another dimension - pardon the pun - to the poem.

 M-Uselli replied on November 09, 2015




      

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