What of a morning poem of nature?

Question: What of a morning poem of nature!?

Does Mars have a mountain

An orange glow fills morning skies!.
Birds sing a cheerful tune!.
The chatter of the bushytails,
Bid good-bye to the moon!.

A wisp of smoke from cabin's flu,
A thin and wavy streak!.
A ray of light down trough the trees,
Is trying now to peek!.

To see this vision every day,
A lifelong dream of mine!.
To live above the billowed clouds,
And sleep each day til nine!.

For many years I've built this dream,
It was no small travail!.
But now I have the thing I want,
Here in this mountain dale!.

A place to write, a place to read,
A place that's far from cars!.
A place to wait for those to come,
And transport me to Mars!.
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In that secluded mountain dale
Do you think you can rent a cabin for Gale
Then maybe I could write poetry like you
I'm dreaming, oh if it could only be true!.
Morning mist, sunshine peeking
Solitude is what I'm seeking!.
What's that Dondi, behind that tree!?
Oh my God, it happens to be me!.
Get out the booze, it's party time
also the end of my rhyme!.
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a perfectly delightful picture is painted here,,, now I'm homesick,,, or am I just struck by the 2nd stanza flu bug !? I do not believe the esteemed folks of Mars have the cure for homesickness just yet,,, might just as well stay right here and dream!.

flu !? or flue !?Www@QuestionHome@Com

Dragonlady I am unwanted on Mars as well, but Dondi sure can make me feel swell!.!.

Come frolick in the stars with me it is invigorating and you can see much more of the universe!.!.!. !!

Lovely poem Dondi!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I am sure you will be able to name your own mountain there!. If not file a protest with Elaine!.!.!.she will handle it! Especially enjoyed the second stanza!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Hang in there, ballad-maker, we're a'comin' and it won't be long until we're on that transport!.

EDIT: I'll ask the Captain if I may build your private dome away from the parking lot!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Are there anymore cabins avaliable!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Sounds lovely and orange sky would be wonderful =]Www@QuestionHome@Com

A symphony of words!. Music maestro, please!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Lovely piece, perfectly constructed, with a smooth flow!. I don't think Mars wants me, but I am glad your wish is comingWww@QuestionHome@Com

You have just rebuilt this Dream Sir,
In me!. Thank you!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I love it, take me away too!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I'm still tryin' to hitch a ride!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Yes, Don, Mars has a mountain, Olympus Mons!. I enjoyed the musicality of your poem, and the rhymes (of course), but especially the sheer bucolic bliss of the first three stanzas!. This world is, for all of its problems, a place of sublime experience, and no attempt to parse it or analyze it leaves that experience, that sense of fullness and contentment (however short lived) intact:

The forest's gloom has deepened now,
Its burnished bronze fast run to gray
Beneath the mighty cedar bough
Where veery song has passed away!.
And soon Orion will once more
Kneel down at Eridanus' shore
And Phaeton's plight with tear endow
The passage into night from day!.

Adrift in Mare Cognitum
I scarcely seem to feel the tide
Of all I found so wearisome
When I made pause to subdivide
And analyze the warp and woof
Of simple gifts beyond reproof
As harvest time's chrysanthemum
Amask in dew at morningtide!.

If I ascend Olympus Mons
To meditate on twofold moons
Will tempest brewing in my pons
Be heightened by their perilunes,
Or are these twins the Gordian knot
That know but language polyglot,
The quintessential sine qua nons,
Forever two, as they were hewn!.

But forest gloom is home tonight
And there is mystery in the air
To beckon to the acolyte
In thrush's warbling solitaire!.
If Euclid's postulates must bend
Then let me know the love unpenned
In language of the recondite
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I think that you should keep your berth
down here upon this lovely Earth!.
There's just no future in the stars,
so please don't venture up to Mars!.

For up in space there is no sound,
and therefore all your verse profound
would go unheard beneath red skies
and that's the truth, I tell no lies!.

So stay down here with all your words,
that Martian stuff is for the birds!.
Your friends and loved ones, home and hearth
are here upon this dear green Earth!.

So promise us you will not roam
to Mars to build a brand-new home!.
Swear right now not to abscond-i
for I know we'd miss you, Dondi!.

(Okay, for that last verse I'll stand in the corner and you can kick me as you pass!. Hey, I wrote it off the cuff after I'd hit the answer button!.)

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