A Sight From Space Poem by Chris Embrick

Gazing from hostile sands
Ruins of some ancient race
Sculpted by a master's hand
Or just a wind blown chiseled face
Rivers eons dried to bone
Life's elixir could not last
Are you just protruding stone
Or an icon from our past
As we we search among the stars
Photograph the planet, Mars
What wonders will we one day find
To stretch the theories in our minds
Maybe someday in our craft
We'll visit what we photograph.