The Little Stargazer
My grandmother was a poet. Back in my teens and twenties I wrote poetry too. I penned (literally) this poem back in 1991. It recalled a time when I was eight years old looking at the night sky through my grandmother's binoculars. Enjoy!
"THE LITTLE STARGAZER"
Little boy eight years old
dreaming of adventures bold.
peering up into the sky
at points of shining light.
Busy counting all the stars
through grandma's old binoculars.
Wondering who might live out there
Perhaps a race advanced and fair.
Making plans one day to go
Out beyond our tiny globe.
Journey to the star fields bright
Out amid the scattered light.
Twenty years since that summer night
Spent scanning distant stellar light.
Still search that dazzling canopy
For someone staring back at me.