The Little Prince so recently I have met
He tells of travel, folly and regret
With question and wonder he is sure to ask
What draws us to each and every task
Of what import is what we think and do
If it does not hold what is good and true
With love he does tame and so he does see
One blossom of beauty among all that be
Wherever he travels he questions anew
Why do we do whatever we do
He holds a blossom, a sunset, a star
Venturing to lands near and far
And what he tells us in his favored way
Each sunset brings to this very day
And so The Little Prince sets out to depart
To his homeland from where he did start
The Little Prince within us shall remain
A blossom, a star, now to tame.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
The Little Prince
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
