THE child's wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, "See the moon!"
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.
diogenes66
Always happy to meet a new friend on the path.
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Apr 27, 2009
Frizzey Greif
Apr 28, 2009
The Ancient One
by Carl Sandburg
THE child's wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, "See the moon!"
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.
Apr 28, 2009
NAE
Apr 30, 2009
Frizzey Greif
love & light
Apr 30, 2009
NAE
May 1, 2009
Jeanne
May 2, 2009