The Night Sky

A poem about the night sky. Writen at the age of twelve.

THE NIGHT SKY

The night grew cold
And so did I.
I turned my head
To see the sky.

A shining star,
A purple glaze,
A crescent moon,
A large, black maze.

The moon gives light
And guides my way.
It will always be bright,
Come what may.

The sky, it was
A unique sight.
In the middle
Of the night.

Reviews

[jay geenen]

nicely done. Jay

[blackandivorykeys]

Great use of words and rhyming, I loved this. The picture painted is vividly described.