The moon peered over the horizon
And hung low in the evening sky
Before rising above the garages.
While the children ran around
I stopped and gazed, mesmerized
By the moons mysterious face.
Wishing I had telescopic eyes
To see the men walking
On the moon making history.
So many moon myths and tales
dissolved as this barren land
was captured in black and white.
I would never look up into
the moon's cratered face
through innocent eyes again.
D.Hinson
Mar 09
'They took the game right out of it.
When I am a man, I will be an astronaut
and find Peter Pan.' Kate Bush