Because of Snoopy in the Artemis capsule, variations of "The Beagle has
landed" ran through my head, and this was the result.
Permission granted to publish in Xenofilkia.
Hope Island
Lyrics: Gary McGath, Copyright 2022
Music: Leslie Fish, “Hope Eyrie”
Tales are told since days of old
Of myths we never must doubt.
Ancient books, made by ancient minds,
Inform us that we were designed
When God planned creation out.
But the Beagle is sailing. Tell your children when.
We won’t follow ancient myths again.
Ages turn, species freeze or burn,
And all living beings evolve.
Life’s crown passes to newer forms,
Time brings adjustment to altered norms,
And old kinds of life dissolve.
And the Beagle is sailing. Tell your children when.
We won’t follow ancient myths again.
And we who cast eyes upon the past
When ancient forms walked on the Earth
Must know that tomorrow will bring more change
In ways we would surely consider strange
When a new era comes to birth.
For the Beagle is sailing. Tell your children when.
We won’t follow ancient myths again.
We know well what life can tell:
If you would not perish, adapt.
Through the ages fragile flesh and genes
Have kept their grip through the changing scenes.
And those that could not were scrapped.
Now the Beagle is sailing. Tell your children when.
We won’t follow ancient myths again.
As Darwin rides on the ocean’s tide,
Salute for the knowledge he won!
As he maps out stern evolution’s reach,
Related species on each beach,
All thriving beneath the sun.
For the Beagle is sailing. Tell your children when.
We won’t follow ancient myths again.
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Gary McGath
http://www.mcgath.com
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