The Astronomer


The cycle of day and night brings fluctuations of light.
Sun then moon appear, trading places through the year.
With my telescope I watch their light, each one, day and night.

My joy is magnified, from my glass they can't hide.
With my filtered scope I see the sun, sunspots anyone?
At night the moon is grand; its reflected light lights the land.

Once in an while, the two meet for a dance and perhaps a romance.
During the day the sun's light goes away.
Then, at night the moon is out of sight!

Eclipses are what turns day to night and hides the moon's light.
They are a joy to see; the solar and lunar eclipses they be.
The only thing is, to see them, your sky must be cloud free.

As an astronomer, these things I do see.
Perhaps sometime you will join me.
Check around; star parties are usually free!

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Clarence is a college-educated black man who was raised in Brooklyn, NY. One of four siblings, he was encouraged by his parents to better himself through hard work and education. He left New York to pursue a bachelor's degree, a new career and subsequent family in California. He retired after twenty-five years with the phone company and commenced a new career in substitute teaching. He developed an interest in astronomy, which he coupled with a love of poetry to allow him to share his passion with his students and the public.