Poetry A Book Poem by James McLain

Each page I test to reach and grow, I read it all day try.
Under heaven's yellow orb, it is earths eye.
Comets come and comets go, a microscope it spied.
Maybe then when I come back I'll see the other side.

Come here to me, my audience, my teacher one day said.
Her husband Mr. Hubble is in charge of whats upstairs.
Galileo was his pick as his, an only friend.
Poetry a good book of, disguised as science fact
gave him those ideas.