First, a recap. I asked readers to submit either a funny or a poignant quip for when we land on Mars someday.
Elaine M., a retired librarian and astronomy enthusiast, blew the competition into outer space with her poem:
The sky is pink.
The rocks are red.
There ain’t no birdies
It’s bare. It’s bleak.
Don’t see no plants…
Or other green
The air is scant.
Except for me—
No life’s extant.
It’s dusty, dry.
I need a beer.
Get me outta here!
Okay, all you cut-ups, you left only one competitor in the Nice Guy category, Tim, with this heartfelt prayer:
From Earth to Mars, from dirt to rust,
through space and time, mankind has thrust.
From ashes to ashes, from dust to dust,
in God's hands, we place our trust.
I've already contacted both and the books will be on their way to Catherine Thimmesh this weekend for autographing.
Congrats to both of you, and thanks to everyone else for stopping by!