(they were the first . . . Americans)

The Seven


Shepard, Grissom, Glenn—

Cooper, Schirra, Carpenter, Slayton—


They were the first, the Seven—

And they had the Right Stuff—


They were pioneers packed in a capsule

The size of a phone booth—


Made of parts from an Erector Set and Radio Shack— 

Intrepid explorers, fearless men—


And they chose to name themselves after Mercury—

Eschewing the rest: the ringed, the redder—


The bluer, the larger, the nearer, the further—

 Of all they chose Mercury; and why—


Because it was the first? Because is was the flintiest?—

Whatever the reason, they chose it—maybe it just seemed Right.








Poetry by jim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-05-03 at 16:45

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This is very interesting, jim, and also very well written. We could say, it just seems Right :>)

Hans Bump The PoetBay support member heart!
This was well composed and an inspired tribute.