Tuesday, September 11, 2007

• "When the Moon comes over the mountain...."

  
  "Attack cats."
  
  Here is a poem for you to enjoy.
  
  
  From the Other Side
  
  by
  
  Cynthia
  
  He fell one night from the star-filled sky,
  Onto a place he had never imagined.
  It was full of valleys, old dust, and caverns.
  When he stepped, he could almost fly
  
  There was no one there waiting around,
  To ask a simple direction.
  So he rambled and searched both far and wide,
  His shouts in the silence would drown.
  
  Late one day, or maybe it was night,
  He found a tiny passage,
  By squeezing all flat and becoming thin,
  He passed into another place, all right.
  
  And there, my children, he lives still,
  You can see him on a very clear night.
  For he became the man in the moon,
  And he shares with us his light
  
  
  
  
  

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