A star there is that gleams with faithfulness,
It smiles and twinkles gently from afar,
Oh may the Lord this twinkling starlet bless,
The guiding light that bards call Emystar.

The little luminary shines so bright
Consoling, steadfast, firm and vigilant,
It beams down busily upon the site
Of YPDC's azure firmament.



Apollo, passing in his chariot,
Does stop his golden car to say “Hello!”
"Good Morning Emystar - love you a lot,
But have to meet with Michelangelo!"

"But you my sweet keep showing your thumbs up,
Or down, as the necessity may be,



To monitor some wily buttercup,
And bugs that celebrate a jamboree".

The gentle beams of Emystar do shine,-
With this the muses cannot but agree,
And sweet her rhyme, as is the newest wine,
And chocklfull of originality.

The foreign-born may trouble have at times
With “2 4 u” - and many such a thing,
But then celestial are this starlet’s rhymes
That through empyrean realms sweetly ring.

How can so small a body frame contain
Like Emystar's so wide and big a heart?
This is the question on the flowery plane
And wondrous realm of poetic art



Ingenious! - she uses beams wherewith
To rouse King Hamurabi from his snooze,



That sooth Sumerian Queen Samiramis,
And heal with silver rays her hurting tooth.



King Hammuabi in his palace wrote
In ancient eras, now removed so far,
The famous weighty Hammurabi code
His heart aflame and thinking "Emystar".



The sailors in the Straight of Gibraltar,
Scared of the cliffs they have to pass at night,
Invoke with trust the beams of Emystar,
To give them for the fearful passage light.

And kids that dip into the cookie jar,
Then when discovered turn around and run,
Pray for protective beams from Emystar,
While taking flight, and run as fast they can.



See the contestants fiercely fight and spar,
Lo! in the fencing Martial Arts contest,
They turn as arbiter to Emystar
For fair a judge she is and savviest.



But ill-acquired laurel branches reek,
Thus, if they cheat, - beware then she will frown,
As did disgusted Romans and the Greek.
And instantly her little thumb points down.






See here the desert warrior Saladin,
With his bejeweled dreaded scimitar
Upon his speeding steed, whose javelin,
Flames reddish’neath the beams of Emystar.

But now she hugs the Christian Calendar,
And hears the saints that practice a new Ode,
The Blessed chant: “We love you Emystar,-
We love you and so does Almighty God!”








© Elizabeth Dandy