Postcard From Mars

There’s a trillion stars

and one of them’s Mars,

and that’s where I’m wanting to go.

It shines brightly red

‘mongst stars overhead,

a warming and welcoming glow.

A star it not be?

No difference to me.

It lives way out there in deep space.

Can’t save for a house

on this planet of ours

so I’m thinking that Mars is the place.

I’m planning a trip,

booked on a space ship

that’s due to depart in the spring.

I will be space suited,

luggage is included,

I will not be packing a thing.

I’ll have all new neighbours,

they live in the craters,

antennae on top of their head.

They ‘re tiny and green,

but they’re easily seen

‘gainst a backdrop of nothing but red.

So wish me good luck

as I pack my space truck

to head off to the great unknown.

Don’t worry at all,

I’ll give you a call

if I can get bars on my phone.

I’ll try for a while,

continue to dial,

I’ll contact you, never you fear.

If I can’t get through

a post card will do,

that simply says ‘Wish you were here’.

Allan Cropper