The Rocket
I was only seven, but still remember how upset I was when I heard this on the radio news broadcast
The Rocket
Outside is clothed in darkness,
Tho’ the stars are oh so bright
They all pass by so quickly,
I’m not sure if it’s day or night
I was hungry, cold and friendless,
My life was on the streets
Thought I was in heaven,
When offered food and treats
Didn’t realise man so heartless,
Could show a friendly face
After tending me and feeding me,
Would hurl me into space
They strapped me down, next came a whoosh,
I was hurled up high
It’s 1957, November 3rd,
I am Laika ….bound to die
Glenys Halliday
About the author
Silversurfer9 would love your feedback, please leave your comments below:
Showcase your literature
Log in to contribute
You need to be logged in to interact with Silversurfers. Please use the button below if you already have an account.
LoginNot a member?
You need to be a member to interact with Silversurfers. Joining is free and simple to do. Click the button below to join today!
Join
