. “Newquay, we have a problem” January 9, 2023 We’ve gathered in thousands to witness the blast-off, We’re sipping Champagne with our eyes full of stars. In five or ten years now, our guys will be planting, The Red, White and Blue on the surface of Mars. The seven-four-seven rolls into the darkness, It’s taking our dreams and the Rocket below. An Albatross crossing the wave-tossed Atlantic, On route to our destiny’s crackling show. Then comes the release, now the Rocket untethered, Goes hurtling down the meridian line. It’s onward, and upward escaping the clutches, Of bold Mother Earth and her troubling times. But wait, there’s a silence from all those reporters, The staff in control are all scratching their heads. It seems an “anomaly” made it quite certain, Our race into space lies forgotten and dead. We thought that this moment could lift our depression, We needed a story, our pride to defend. But now its all Harry and Meghan and Harry, And Harry and Meghan, oh when will it end. We’ll slide into Winter, it’s cold and it’s raining, With thoughts of Apollo infecting our dreams. As all of that money burns up on re-entry, We’ll ponder, forever on what might have been. . . Jeff Eardley lives in the heart of England near to the Peak District National Park and is a local musician playing guitar, mandolin and piano steeped in the music of America, including the likes of Ry Cooder, Paul Simon, and particularly Hank Williams.