The first time we broke
the sound barrier
all of us piled on top
of Dad cutting short his
Sunday morning sleep-in
with incredible pops,
squeaks, and other sundry
atmospheric noises.
The second time we broke
the sound barrier, we got
to Mach Two at Kathy:s
birthday party waking
up her dog on the back porch
and scaring the cats
with pots and pans,
and other noisemakers.
In the Sixties, we
ran around the world,
climbed all over
the top of it,
and came back
down for re-entry
in time for milk and cookies
and a brief nap.
We were the original
Test Pilots before
NASA designed their
programs. Given
the proper resources
we kids would have beat
NASA to the Moon
by several years.