Astronomy Down Home

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Why people think we have to look to stars

Is strange.  Reds, yellows, whites and blues

Are matched on earth.  Quite far enough floats Mars.

Why look at horoscopes when you can choose

To look at orchids,  Lavender and red

Are everywhere down here.  The yellow on

The red-winged black bird, there by his grand red,

Is bright enough for normal use.  The dawn

Brings white in clouds.  Who needs to stare at spheres

A hundred million light years distant.  White

Is white.  The white of egret plumage cheers

The eye.  To hanker after more risks blight.

  The birds and flowers offer quite enough

     In colors.  Just ignore star gazers’ guff.