Watchers in the Sky

by Ethel Jacobson

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    When at night I go to bed,

    The moon is rising overhead.

    It swings above the highest tree,

    Peeps in my window, looks at me.

    But when it’s gone the sun smiles down

    On every ocean, farm, and town.

    It says, “Good morning, children mine.

    It’s time you too should rise and shine.”