friends of mine

Here’s comething unusual for me, something with rhymes.   Maybe it’s a good thing I don’t usually rhyme…

Friends of Mine

These stars
Are old friends of mine
Always there
	At night, they shine

Orion guards the winter skies
Even Aquila from him flies

Saggittarius joins the chase
Shamed Elektra hides her face

Is vain Cassiopia any more fair
Than the curls of Bernice’s hair?

Delphinus swims the Milky Way
In the north, the Bears will stay

Corvus plays delaying games
While Lacaille adds a few new names

Plough or dipper, king or bear
What names we give, they do not care

Yellow, green, blue and red
On they go, with steady tread

With them, we tell our histories
And seek the universal mysteries

Yes, these stars
	Are old friends of mine
Day or night,
	I know
		They shine