The first man on the moon poem by Stefano Donno

On a summer's day, in nineteen sixty-nine, 

Man took his first step, on a distant shore line.

The moon, a place once thought out of reach, 

Was now a stepping stone, for man to breach.

With every step, a giant leap for all, 

The first man on the moon, he stood tall. 

The world below watched, with bated breath, 

As history was made, with a giant step.

The flag was planted, with a proud salute, 

A symbol of man's ambition, his pursuit. 

Of knowledge, of strength, of all that's true, 

On a barren rock, a million miles from blue.

And now, as we look upon that dusty moon, 

We are filled with wonder, and a sense of boon. 

For the first man on the moon, he paved the way, 

For all mankind to reach, for what we may.

So let us remember, that fateful day, 

When man took a step, on a distant shore lay. 

For it's a symbol of all that we can be, 

With courage, and strength, and our wildest dream.