A Tribute to John Glenn.
With Proud Hearts Now We Whisper
All my heroes leave me and I can't help wondering why.
The latest: one who in his boyhood prayed that he would fly.
The dream came true, he flew our fighters during World War II,
And later carried into space the red, the white and blue.
Later still he went to Congress, served for many a season,
Always ready, in the din, to ask for quiet reason.
At 75 he was the oldest yank to orbit Earth,
And once again, as scientist, he proved his grit and worth.
He left today at 95 and flew up to the sky.
With tears of thanks we waved to him and bid him fair goodbye.
As with all heroes, we must wonder where we get such men.
With proud hearts now we whisper in our souls, “Godspeed, John Glenn.”