Columbia, Final Flight

They were returning to Earth, their mission almost done,

And, as the world watched in shocked disbelief,

Three contrails appeared where there had been one;

Happy celebration began to slowly melt into grief.

Its parts scattered far across the land on that fatal day,

The Shuttlecraft was lost to us, with all hands on board.

A stunned nation could only gaze upward and pray;

As Columbia established permanent orbit about the Lord.

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