Aussie Night Sky Poem by Rose Stern

A small town,
With quite boring people,
A little girl,
Sits just under,
The church steeple.

She climbs up there,
Every night,
Watching the stars,
With wonder,
As they shine their light.

A friend,
Once joined her,
And stood,
Underneath,
Glowing in the moon's shine.

Even now,
They sit up high,
Staring at the stars,
And the brilliant shining moon,
How they love the Aussie night sky.

- r.s