The Sound of Light
Miles Gilpin, 4, watches a video entitled Journey to Mars as it is projected on the inside of the inflatable "discovery dome" during a presentation by Kidspace Children's Museum for the pre-Kindergarten class at Congregation Beth Shalom in Santa Clarita on Friday. The class has been studying the planets and the stars. Dan Watson/ The Signal
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Wednesday, July 26th, 2017

 

By Joseph R., Stellin Jr.
Valencia Community Contributor
 

Soaring through space at breakneck speed
Mere cosmic dust blown all about
No harm no foul our souls are freed

To some a game this life we lead
We dream of dreams that some may doubt
Soaring through space at breakneck speed

We live our life by our own creed
A joke not shared by those devout
No harm no foul our souls are freed

Of all the things you ever read
It’s been a blast I’m here to tout
Soaring through space at breakneck speed

Insert the plug turn on the feed
It’s time to soar we know the route
No harm no foul our souls are freed

This trip topflight I must concede
So climb aboard no need of clout
Soaring through space at breakneck speed
No harm no foul our souls are freed

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Miles Gilpin, 4, watches a video entitled Journey to Mars as it is projected on the inside of the inflatable "discovery dome" during a presentation by Kidspace Children's Museum for the pre-Kindergarten class at Congregation Beth Shalom in Santa Clarita on Friday. The class has been studying the planets and the stars. Dan Watson/ The Signal

The Sound of Light

 

By Joseph R., Stellin Jr.
Valencia Community Contributor
 

Soaring through space at breakneck speed
Mere cosmic dust blown all about
No harm no foul our souls are freed

To some a game this life we lead
We dream of dreams that some may doubt
Soaring through space at breakneck speed

We live our life by our own creed
A joke not shared by those devout
No harm no foul our souls are freed

Of all the things you ever read
It’s been a blast I’m here to tout
Soaring through space at breakneck speed

Insert the plug turn on the feed
It’s time to soar we know the route
No harm no foul our souls are freed

This trip topflight I must concede
So climb aboard no need of clout
Soaring through space at breakneck speed
No harm no foul our souls are freed