WiP - Another 366 Days of Poetry: A Colonist's Joy
What kinds of poetry will our future selves write? What will they be doing? What would a future colonist write at the surprise of being chosen for a colony they really wanted to be a part of?
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Colonist’s Joy
I thought this day would never come
That never would I rise
In shuttle from the planet’s face
To a starship orbiting around
My homeworld
Soon to be replaced
By the colony home I’ve joined
On a distant planet
Far from where I’m now outbound.
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