I Miss All Things Rockets!

I miss all things Rockets!
From travel to set up,
And set up to tear down;

There is not a memory I can call up,
That would make me frown.

I miss all things Rockets!
From the first vertical rail;

The first day’s engine roar;
Watching the first rocket sail,

To anticipating more.

I miss all things Rockets!
Listening for charges to pop,
Watching them float under chute,

Dancing on ethereal winds as they drop,
And searching for them like lost pirate loot.

I miss all things Rockets!
Pictures with the teams,

As their rocket loads the rail.
Hearing students scream,

As their vehicle begins to sail.

I miss all things Rockets!
Searching for a glint of light,
A high pitched whine you might here,
Or a flash of something bright,
Letting you know it is near.

I miss all things Rockets!
From a picture perfect flight

To a ballistic drop.

From racing to grab one in plain sight,
To searching by where you heard the pop.

I miss all things Rockets!
Whether watching the students,
Or listening to Joyce and Phil,

These are quite the events;
Even after years, I am a rocket junky still.

I miss all things Rockets!
From collecting rockets whole,

To picking up pieces;

Students’ smiles light my soul,
Each year the joy increases.

I miss all things Rockets!
It’s education in motion;
Learning with style;
Using hands on application,
Propelling the future all the while.