A starry night

When I was nine, I wrote my first poem. It was for my dad for Father’s Day because, being nine, I didn’t actually have any money to buy him anything. But I wanted to give him something special. So, I ventured into the realm of poetry writing, not really knowing what it was. I wrote it out on a piece of white paper and created a paper frame decorated with stars of all sizes. I don’t remember much after that, but I know my dad displayed it for a while.

In honor of Father’s Day, here is that poem. And a Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there.

The stars are shinning.
They twinkle and seem to tell a secret.

They give a soft
And bright glow.

They seem to glow brighter
As the moon rises higher.

As you watch on a hill
The stars seem to rise
Higher into the night sky.

Some stars are small
While others are big.

This makes a starry night.



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