Thoughts from Abroad.

It's kinda placid down on land
just this sussering bee-like breeze
a peace rarely felt by humans
except in silent deep-sleep dreams.
The dust dims the glare of sun-beams
but the twinkle of ancient stars
at night, here, bright as silvered steel
we are privileged to be here, on Mars...

But in our Habs, our own tin cans,
the noise of bedlam reigns supreme
squawking DSN's from Maven
and various rovers compete
with the LSS, and my team,
and gurgles from the hydroponic farms
creating soya meat'n greens,
we are privileged to be here, on Mars...

Mars named by men for war-like men
by Rome, all worlds so named it seems,
'cept for Venus this ours " Woman "
and all moons, female, in male dreams
satellites... men up front, the van.
Perhaps I'll hand my guys a cigar
in celebration, a small treat,
we're privileged to be here, on Mars...