"Lunar Trip", 1970 by Michael F. Nyiri

Around the Earth, it circles wide,
The object forms the sinking tide.
In harmony sweet, it sings it's tune.
It's song declares, "I am the moon."

Three men from the Earth ventured far,
Into the sky with the shining star.
They circled the Earth, then out they went,
Up to the moon, they soon were sent.

The moon looked down upon the blur,]
Where Armstrong, Aldrin, and Collins were,
And pretty soon the blur became,
A capsule from the space race game.

The capsule small, then hooked upon
An orbit round the large grey moon.
The men inside declared their awe;
Out the window, big as life, the moon they saw.

Through an open hatch in the craft,
A smaller thing slid down a shaft,
And into the airless lunar sky,
The thing maneuvered low and high.

When it was ready to go down,
It blasted forward, then turned round.
And in a short time it was ready to land,
And soon touched down on lunar sand.

In less than a day, the craft took off,
With a very small purr, and a giant cough.
The trip to the moon was nearly o'er.
Footprints littered the lunar floor.

The dark grey moon sighed for a while,
As the first "moon success" was added to the file,
The moon's majesty disappeared that night.
Men had journeyed there, to it's own great height.