The Planet Mars
By S.M. Melton
O, planet Mars, of ruddy hue
How often have I gazed at you!
And as you gleam from out the skies
I watch you still with wondering eyes.
I wonder why you are so red;
I wonder if your seas are dead;
I wonder, too, as I look at you,
About your people, what they do.
I wonder if they sow and reap,
If they laugh and sing and weep,
If they have storms of sleet and snow
As we have on the Earth below.
I wonder how those great canals
Have figured in your people's annals.
Though you differ from the Earth
The same great power gave you birth.
