By Rebekah Rademacher
a strumming chord a
mellow hearth of warmth
the outer rhythm
crashes over fire
and even timber log
may once desire
a banjo sings of old
moon crater forms
as many places draw
your eyes up north
so many options roast
or eat toss higher
while hoping one day
you will be a flier
one saying nothing
sweeter than the storm
your ship will not
survive the fiery sun
beware the statue and
harmonica
a marshmallow will
never here appear
a game of hide and
seek and never won
a fear of space is
almost logical
after each trip enjoy
the wide frontier
About the Author
Rebekah is a current
freshman majoring in English and minoring in creative writing. Her current
writing project is the fourth draft of a science fiction book that she hopes to
publish one day. She enjoys hiking, especially in National Parks. She is an
avid reader of science fiction and fantasy books. When she isn’t busy, she can
be found playing video games, binge-watching sci-fi shows, or crocheting.