CHERRY SPRINGS PARK

By: Rose Ann Yannarella

September 17, 2004

Summer in the city, no stars can you see.

In winter it's freezing, but between you and me.

There's a place I can go, and sit when it's dark.

Under the skies of Cherry Springs Park.

As the sun leaves the sky, there in twilights glow.

One by one, the stars peek out to join in the show.

And the view is breath taking, a dark-silken display.

Cygnus sails softly down the Milky Way.

I am lost in the spell of the bright points of light.

Of the heavenly bodies that host the dark night.

In the blackness overhead a shooting star flies.

O're the top of the sky, it fades and it dies.

Cherry Springs State Park, a place that's so rare.

You really must see for yourself, if you care.

To see new wonders, to see old worlds rise.

It's a place like no other, those Cherry Springs skies.