Only a few years ago (1950s) we walked on solid earth.
Today we whirl through space.
Space is big.
It is not cozy.
But with these verses and drawings.
cheerfulness breaks in.
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 by Marian Parry.
Purple House Press The space child's mother goose, paperback/frederick winsor
