Dale Lloyd

There is a dipper in the sky,
unseen by light of day;
one night the vessel tipped a bit—
out spilled the Milky Way.

There’s Orion, the gentle hunter,
who will not harm Great Bear.
I sometimes wonder where he rests—
perhaps in Cassiopeia’s chair.

There’s Hercules, the mighty one,
and Perseus, the brave;
Andromeda shines softly still,
a bright and winsome maid.

I wonder if she rocks to sleep
her baby twins each night,
or if Aquila ever bows
before that queen of light.

These are my many faithful friends
scattered, near and far;
for I believe there’s character
in each and every star.