This morning, yawning as I wokeFrom another Troy-trapped nightI watched Sol rise for the 2000th timeAnd wondered: “Was it all a dream?”Did I really climb the scree-streakedSide of Husband Hill? Did one night I thrillTo the sight of shooting stars and twoSilvery moons fleeing across the sky? Did IDrag my ruined wheel for mile after endless mile,Ploughing a ragged furrow through Barsoom’sCinnamon-dusted crust before DoomCaught up with me and left me strandedHere, impatient in this pit of ancient sand? When I arrived, falling out of the salmon-Hued sky, trailing a flapping banner of flameAnd fury, a backshelled-Beowulf, none on EarthThought I would survive even a hundred nights -Yet, here I am, alive, after two thousand!True, I cannot move, and my horizon hasNot changed for what seems like an eternityBut I can still see, and there is beauty in everyRock, and stone, sliver, slice and shelf of shaleAround me. And if I am fated to standAt this wind-whipped, stony place, statue-Still, until only ghostly traces of my gracelessLines remain then so be it; I will not rageAgainst the end of my days, I have seenMore wonders than I dared dream I would,And I have always known that every turnOf my wheels was carrying me closer toThe End. They will send others after me –Bigger, bolder, more capable machines –But I will always be The First,The one that faced and overcame the worstThat Mars could do and made the oldWorld New again for millions watchingBack on Earth. That was my worth – the rebirthOf the Red Planet in the minds of restless men.I’ll be forgotten, that is the way of things, but when,One day, I’m found, and the so-long silent hillsOf Gusev ring to the sound of celebratory “She’s here!”Cheers, they’ll speak my name again..!