as a gift for my husband!. I'm going to frame (lol or as my son calls it "frome") the certificate and a picture of it!. Do you know of any star poems that I could also include with it!?
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ThanksWww@QuestionHome@Com Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: How about Beyond the rim of star light My love is wandering in star flight!. I know he'll find in star clustered reaches, Love, strange love a star woman teaches!. I know this journey ends never, His star trek will go on forever!. But tell him while he wanders his starry sea, Remember, remember me!. This is from the Star Trek series!. You could sign it from your Star WomanWww@QuestionHome@Com The Star When I was a boy I searched the skies For the truth, a star, and the worldly wise, But ever the path of the brightest lay On my neighbour’s roof, or another’s way!. So I chose a star and I called it ‘Dawn’ As the brightest light in a summer storm And I charged it: ‘Lay out my future way As bright as the path you trace today!.’ But when I was older, learned and wise I left the star in the drifting skies And never a thought of the star was lent While the truth, the star, and my faith was spent!. And when I was down, and worn, and thin, I got to think what I might have been And searched for the star in the drifting skies And cried its name at the pale sunrise!. I’ve scanned and searched for a single star Since the way of the world was far too far, But all I get are the skies alight Or a deep despair on a cloudy night! David Lewis PagetWww@QuestionHome@Com Does he sail!? I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking!. I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying!. I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over!. By John Masefield (1878-1967)!.Www@QuestionHome@Com |