Perseid Meteor Shower

It’s possible I’ve posted this to you every year for years. It’s just that I was in the PNW for the very first time, this Arizona born person. I sat alone at water’s edge and watched a magnificent shower of fire sail through the sky. Who could not write a poem!

PERSEID METEOR SHOWER - 1983

THERE’S A TENT MEET TONIGHT

AT THE CORNER CALLED SKY;

IT’S CROWDED INSIDE

BUT THERE’S ROOM.

WHAT I NOTICED LAST NIGHT

AS I WANDERED NEARBY

WAS THE VIBRANCE, THE SPARKLE

AND PLAIN MOCKIN’ OF DOOM.

BUT OLE PREACHER PERESEID CRIED,

“YOUR TIME’S NEARLY ENDED!

SO, WE’LL SING THAT REFRAIN ONCE AGAIN!”

SHOULD HAVE SEEN ALL THOSE STARS

SQUIRMING HARD IN THE SKY,

BEING WARNED TO REPENT FROM THEIR SIN.

WELL, SOMETHING WAS WORKING.

SOME SPIRIT WAS MOVING.

THAT REFRAIN SEIZED THE CROWD

WITH ITS POWER

FOR NIGHT AFTER NIGHT

TO THE PREACHER’S DELIGHT,

THOSE STARS WALKED THE AISLES

BY THE HOUR.

Barbara Roberts Pine

Silverdale, WA