I remember when as a boy
I watched as Armstrong walked with joy,
Upon the moon, in cratered dust,
I remember saying one day I must,
Walk in Armstrong’s footprints clear,
I dream I’ve kept,a dream so dear,
And yet the moon’s so far away,
I know there will not come the day,
When I can walk the Armstrong walk,
When I can talk the Armstrong talk,
But let me dream a little more,
Let me enjoy this foreign shore,
And all its craters,dust and ridge,
And walk the moon on Harris Bridge.
-Philip Davidson
(Atlas COPCO MD)
