Back Bay Pathfinder

At three she wanted to be an astronaut;

The dreams of childhood have gone cold,

A world of wires is all she's got,

So this is how the future's told.

The dreams of childhood have gone cold;

Nine storied ducks are bronze-encased.

So this is how the future's told,

With warmth subsumed by metal, erased.

Nine storied ducks are bronze-encased,

Bronze is Schwartz's teddy bear,

With warmth subsumed by metal, erased.

No home to frogs, the cement Pond lies bare.

Bronze is Schwartz's teddy bear;

Can dreams live in metal and granite?

No home to frogs, the cement Pond lies bare.

But machines touch the red planet.

Can dreams live in metal and granite?

We mortals cannot soar past the skies,

But machines touch the red planet.

A vehicle of our hopes and cries.

We mortals cannot soar past the skies,

A world of wires is all she's got,

A vehicle of our hopes and cries-

At three she wanted to be an astronaut.

Beth Baniszewski