by Alberta Fisher
When I want to recall an unusual sight,
I think of the stars so beautiful at night.
Each tiny star seems to be
A little eye just staring at me.
The twinkle of each little eye,
Casts its light across the sky.
Its beauty reflects across hill and dell,
To tell the world that all is peace and well.
When the night has swiftly passed away,
And the dawn reveals another day,
I weep within when I realize,
The stars are gone until the night.
This poem was printed in the 1963 National Anthology of High School Poetry.