Cedit cards charged when books ship, unless reserving a signed copy. The Space Child's Mother Goose Little Bo Peep Has lost her sheep, The radar has failed to find them. They'll all, face to face, Meet in parallel space, Preceding their leaders behind them. Today we whirl through space.
Space is big.
It is not cozy. Suddenly, science seems merry. And space begins, with the rhyme on page 1, to feel a little more like home. A witty collection of 1950's space age poetry accompanied by clever black and white line drawings. Click here for another poem and illustration.