What a welcoming sight
Orion the Hunter high up
In a cloudless night sky
With a full moon his guiding light
True son of Mother Earth
Now cast among the stars so bright
His sword held in his hand
And three buckles around his girth
‘Tis he who makes water
And it is his constellation
That starts and ends with rain
And which ends the year's first quarter
Though I don't have a dog to walk, your lovely piece had me gazing up at night. I have no knowledge of astronomy, but it is a beautiful sight.Thanks David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Watch while visible as, by AD 14000, Orion will be far enough south that it will become invisible from the latitude of Great Britain ;)
Best comment yet! Though by AD 14000, I think mankind would be extinct.