For all the rovers out there. Here’s looking at you, John Masefield.

“Star-Fever”

I must go to the stars again, to the lonely constellations in the sky

And all I ask is a clear night and a prayer to get me by,

And a good wind and a glowing moon and a finely tuned motor

And a last kiss from a pretty girl for this wayward boater.

I must go to the stars again, for the call of a twinkling sun

Is a wild call and a clear call that cannot be outrun;

And all I ask is a landing site with new horizons dawning

And comet dust and planet rings, and the new moon yawning.

I must go to the stars again, to the willful explorer’s life

To the asteroid’s way and the nebula’s way, where creation is born from strife

And all I ask is a simple smile from a passing fellow-rover

And we’re just two specks in the endless night when everything is over.

--Turobeck