Mission to Mars

By Brock Lee

Part 1

 Blasting off into the sky

Past the clouds, I’m flying high.

My rocket roars, the ground grows small.

I’m headed for the bright ball.

Through the stars. I glide so fast,

To Mars, where red dust winds will blast.

A planet dry with canyons deep,

Where secrets of old life might sleep.

Trouble on Mars

Part 2

they crawl from caves with glowing eyes,

Their skin is blue, like twilight skies.

With jelly arms and spikey toes,

They sniff the air with bumps that glow.

They chatter loud in buzzing tones,

And guard their piles of shining stones

They’re mad we landed near their land,

They wave sharp sticks with squishy hands.

We backed away and said we’re sorry,

They didn’t care and looked really worried.

But then one smiled. A creepy grin,

And let us leave with all our skin

We flew back home through stars and black,

Glad we made it safely back

Now I tell all who dream of flight-

Some plants aren;t worth the night