I looked up from my world
Into the blue above me,
The blue interrupted by whites and greys
As the clouds sailed slowly,
Sailed so slowly across the sky.
Suddenly a sickle moon appeared,
Hidden by a cloud.
This moon so pale in the daylight,
But still there looking down
Looking down on my life,
My life and our wonderful world.
I just kept watching
Until hidden once more,
But knowing it was there
And always will be,
Looking down on me,
As if protecting us.
Protecting us from evil,
The evil that can be seen,
Can be seen in our world,
Our glorious world.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 27th, 2022 02:26
- Category: Reflection
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Good write Gold.
We were on the moon, you and I, before 1969, to welcome the first astronauts there.
Did you leave me there on the way back to Earth with the astronauts? Did you all leave quick cos of my singing? lol.
Ah! The moon, a dry piece of rock,
A base for space exploration
Neglects the world’s population:
With poverty it’s just a crock.
Let's get real, Andy...
Good to be reading a moon poem again!
Nice piece Andy, I always enjoy reading your work
Moon is for poets a boon,
Your Moon poem is nice,
Moon is for night a gift,
For Sun a celestial chum!
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