Under Martian Skies (A Rondeau)
by Elaine Polin
Under Martian skies, poets sing,
With magic words our poems ring,
We have set forth from far-off lands,
Bravely left Earth and its demands
To learn what a new home might bring.
Minions are we; our years did bring
Disease, hatred, poverty's sting,
But now our poems joyful stand
Under Martian skies.
To Mother Earth our words we fling,
Beneath two moons we’re queen and king.
A million stars from Heaven’s band,
Above this blesséd virgin sand.
Glow with our songs as they take wing
Under Martian skies.
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