River's getting
dirty
The wind in getting bad
War and hate are killing off
The only earth we have
But the whole world stopped to watch it
On that July afternoon
Watched a man named Armstrong
Walk upon the moon
And I wonder if a long time ago
Somewhere in the universe
They watched a man named Adam
Walk upon the earth
The wind in getting bad
War and hate are killing off
The only earth we have
But the whole world stopped to watch it
On that July afternoon
Watched a man named Armstrong
Walk upon the moon
And I wonder if a long time ago
Somewhere in the universe
They watched a man named Adam
Walk upon the earth
“Armstrong” by Lobo
Where were you that July afternoon fifty years ago?
I was in El Paso with my
family, watching & listening as Walter Cronkite chronicled the Apollo 11 mission
to put a man on Moon.
Along with 600 million
people around the world, we heard Cronkite announce:
“Armstrong
is on the moon! Neil Armstrong, a 38-year-old American, is standing on the
surface of the moon! On this July twentieth, nineteen hundred and sixty-nine.”
I remember my family & I going into our
backyard that evening, the open desert & hills behind us. It is one those memories that never leaves
you. Gazing up at the moon, the world
filled with wonder, joy & possibility.
Never before have we needed another moment, a light, to
remind us of our potential for hope, triumph & marvel.
A moment, a light like the one we experienced
that afternoon fifty years ago.