the very last words that she heard
were, “hey, man! they’ve just landed!”
it was late one night in ‘69
we laid her out on a big blue blanket.
we carried her down
to the beach
through the town,
there was a storm brewing on the atlantic.
(the needle fell and i heard the sound of side one of beggars banquet)
the congregation knelt
and sam took a bow.
he read some lines by the great romantic.
the sand flew around
the seagulls frowned
he had a smile that would thrill any dentist.
they found footprints on the moon –
no one could quite explain it.
she left no breath on the spoon –
no one could quite explain it.
(then the needle fell and i heard the sound of side two of beggars banquet)
nickreeves 
I loved the rhyme scheme of this, and great topic too.
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Thanks, In Mind & Out. I appreciate this.
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You’re welcome
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I like this. I can’t explain it, but I like it.
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some poems don’t just read out loud, they create a sound, yours here does just that
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Cool! Thanks, Singledust! It’s a repost, but poignant to the Lunar landings I guess. I have been trying to work this into a song – so your kind words have spurred me on! Peace, Nick.
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