Yuan was a good friend of mine,
even though he lived a different time,
he had a dream of flying to the moon,
he couldn't wait, tomorrow wasn't too soon,
he built a chair for space travel,
for questions he wanted unraveled,
forty seven rockets were built to propel this chair,
it was his dream he didn't care,
forty seven servants assisted in his dream,
each lit a fuse, it was extreme,
Yuan sailed up to the sky,
and this is why?
I ask "has anyone seen Yuan Ho?"
Does anybody know?
That dreams still can come true,
for today it seems those are only a few.
Nov 17, 2017
Has Anybody Seen My Good Friend Yuan Ho
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
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I remember...
this guy, from some history lesson or something. I think he flew out of sight and blew up! Maybe not, maybe he is on Moon! pretty good story and a neat way to tell it. ~ Geezer
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