Monday, 24 September 2012

The Moon's Children

The children crowding round their father,
He shone brighter than they ever would.
Old, noble, wise and oh so large.

Even though he wasn't a star,
He adopted them,
The poor, lonely orphans,
So little, feeble and scared.

Now all grown up.
Orion took them under his belt
Although the end came for some.
Hurtling came down the glorified clumps of beauty.
Then the only star was the brightest of them all.
The North Star shines in astronomy forever more.

By Jessica McKenzie