Stranger in a Strange
Land
(41° N 9.5° W)
I look out across the Cydonia Plain,
Where mountains scatter beneath red skies
To face the millennia with crumbled majesty,
And the wind blown dust, with weathered persistence.
My imagination seeds cities where deserts stand,
Torrential rains where dioxide grows,
A monument there to ancient Martians,
A marker here for our tenuous settlement
That raises domes across the sands of Mars.
Come Join Us.
