some of my favrouite poems

At evening when i go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the night
And often while I'm dreaming so
Across the sky the moon will go
It is a lady,sweet and fair
Who comes to gather daisies there
For when at morning I arise
There's not a star left in the skies
She's picked them all
And dropped them down
Into the meadows of the town
.......FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN.