September, 1966

We were the first -
Children of the Cold War;
Mutually assured destruction hung
over our young heads
As we ducked and covered
underneath our desks.

Gathered with family
Around the black and white box
(we supplied the color),
A window opened -
a three-hundred-year view:

We had survived to slip the
surly bonds
Of the Balance of Terror,
And reach the stars.