Poem on the Space Shuttle Columbia Crash
One of the many letters Weekend Edition Sunday received came from a teenager who wrote:
Hi, I'm Jessi Hall, 16, from Jamestown, Ohio, a small town near Dayton, Ohio. This morning I was on my way back home from a music competition and mom turned the radio to NPR. We heard the middle of an interview with someone who had seen something tragic. When we heard it was the shuttle Columbia, it was like a blow. When we got home, I sat down at the computer and wrote a poem about my experience and reaction to the news.
sitting in the car talking to my mom
i heard the man say 'debris'
i thought of the Columbia but I wanted to be sure
he said the trail was purple
and too wide to be one piece we hung on his every word
it seemed to me an eternity
had passed before we knew that the crew of seven
on their way back to family
had been left in space amidst the stars to sleep
oh starry skies will keep them safe
but what of us down here
tears are shed for those who stay
in orbit 'round reality
oh starry skies will hide the fear
of all there is to come
grief is felt for those who say
"you see that bright star winking at us now,
that bright star is my dad"
"you see that star that sped along the sea,
that shooting star is my mom"
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