I have loved astrology ever since my mother first introduced me to it as a teenager. I found the following poem in one of my many astrology books. I love it! ...
Who works from mourn to set of sun,
And never likes to be outdone?
Whose walk is almost like a run?
Who? Aries.
Who smiles through life - except when crossed?
Who knows, or thinks he knows the most?
Who loves good things - baked, boiled or roast?
Oh, Taurus.
Who's fond of life and jest and pleasure?
Who vacillates and changes ever?
Who loves attention without measure?
Why, Gemini.
Who changes like the changeful season?
Holds fast and lets go without reason?
Who is there can give adhesion -
To Cancer?
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The Moon takes up the wondrous tale
And nightly to the listening Earth,
Proclaims the story of her birth
Who critizes all she sees?
Yes, even would analyze a sneeze
Who hugs and loves her own disease?
Humpf, Virgo.
Who praises all his kindred do?
Expects his friends to praise them, too -
And can not see their senseless view?
Ah, Leo.
Who puts you off with promise gay?
And keeps you waiting half the day?
Who compromises all the way?
Sweet Libra.
Who keeps an arrow in his bow?
And if you prod, he lets it go,
A fervent friend and subtle foe -
Scorpio.
Who loves the dim, religious light?
Who always keeps a star in sight?
An optimist both gay and bright -
Sagittarius.
Who climbs and schemes for wealth and place?
And mourns his brothers' fall from grace?
But takes what's due in any case -
Safe Capricorn.
Who gives to all a helping hand?
But bows his head to no command -
And higher laws doth understand
Aquarius.
Who prays and serves and prays some more?
And feeds the beggar at the door?
And weeps over love lost long before -
Poor Pisces.
I enjoyed the poem and especially the graphic
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