poem cont.

[Sandra Haggstrom <FTSLH@AURORA.ALASKA.EDU>]

Sorry about that, a slip of the finger and it was sent--two strokes of the
return key.  I was trying to just go down a line.  Here is the poem:
Space is an other world,
                   an otherwhere.
Night-waatchman moon guards darkness.
                    One by one,
lanterns blink on.
                     Stars pinwheel the Milky Way;,
Planets spin and journey.
                      Comets tumble there.
Astroids hide in ice-clouds.
                         Sizzling sun,
         festooned in loops of fire,
             brings back day.
If it looks messy it is because I typed it in the way the poem is printed.
Sandy Haggstrom