Post by Ginny Moon on Aug 17, 2008 15:26:59 GMT -7
A simple little poem written on the way home from visiting the Cousins.
The white-lined road is long,
And I am tired tonight.
Is it the tiredness
That hides the stars from sight?
No, they are not gone,
Though they're not in the sky.
They've fallen all down,
And I cannot tell why.
Maybe they wanted
To be in the earth.
Possibly they heard
Of it's wealth and mirth.
A silly excuse,
As one can now see,
For they're all dirty,
As brown as can be.
So they fell from the sky,
With a push or a shove.
Now among the Humans,
No longer above.
(I've written a couple poem now complaining about Light Pollution, but this is my favorite because it's kind of whimsical. I was speaking about the city lights visible after climbing over a ridge in the car. They were all yellow or red or such, and you couldn't see stars in the sky.)
The white-lined road is long,
And I am tired tonight.
Is it the tiredness
That hides the stars from sight?
No, they are not gone,
Though they're not in the sky.
They've fallen all down,
And I cannot tell why.
Maybe they wanted
To be in the earth.
Possibly they heard
Of it's wealth and mirth.
A silly excuse,
As one can now see,
For they're all dirty,
As brown as can be.
So they fell from the sky,
With a push or a shove.
Now among the Humans,
No longer above.
(I've written a couple poem now complaining about Light Pollution, but this is my favorite because it's kind of whimsical. I was speaking about the city lights visible after climbing over a ridge in the car. They were all yellow or red or such, and you couldn't see stars in the sky.)
