Leonids Poem by Gill Moore

High in a november sky
as Temple Tuttle passes by
and all around the village sleeps
I witness one of natures feats

Shooting stars are all around
these meteorites they make no sound
like silver fireworks in the sky
and visible to naked eye
this cosmic dust so clear so bright
warms up my cold november night
and as they fall I 'oooh' and 'aaah'
I can't believe they've come so far

How many more times will I see
this pyrotechnic show for free