admist piles of baggage on the starship
hold me closer as we look back
towards the globe that gave us birth.
Blue green dot hanging
in the velvet deep of bedazzling gems.
Left behind are all the old familar faces-Di Di Di Di Di
Left behind are the fleecy skies
and the bright blue days of childhood.
We have left without dinner
and we are bound jitterbugging towards
stars of amazing strangeness.
There natives on their quasi-polynasian planet
savor uncooked food that
appeas like grubs or worms.
Fear not but hum an Edith Pilaf tune and
think of Paul Gougan.
Do not cry like a cat
but take to the journeys sleep
like an abandoned child, dropped beyond nightmare
into a dream of cornmeal, flour and bacon sizzling.
I will be seeing you in the distant morning sun
when the cold crossing of night is through,
perhaps there we shall walk new blue highways
or yellow brick roads till
the time our flesh falters decomposing
and our skulls contemplate
orbs of multiple moons.
Earth-we pray for one lasting on the globe that gave us birth, let us rest our eyes on the fleecy skies and the cool, green hills of earth..Robert A Heinlien
-The Green Hills of Earth Water Witch- by Cynthia Felice and Connie Willis- No Dinner and those natives who eat worms
John Crowley -Little Big - Auberon was awakened first by the crying of a cat "An Abandoned Child" he thought and went back to sleep
Blue Highway-"A Journey into America" by William Least Heat Moon- "The only baggage the boys carried in addition to the mail mochila-was a kit of flour, cornmeal, and bacon plus a medical kit of turpentine, borax, and cream of tartar."
To A Dear Fellow Traveler
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