The Moon

That big old moon up in the sky,

Last night at me he winked his eye,

His face was filled with so much glee;

I don't think he meant for me to see.

 

He smiled a funny little grin,

There was a dimple in his chin,

He kissed me with his golden beam;

And spun for me a happy dream.

 

He sprinkled stardust in my hair,

The scent of flowers filled the air,

Then he said good-night to me;

And shone above for all to see.

 

 

Reviews

[Barry S. Maltese]

Great job. I enjoyed this little flight of fantasy. Lovely imagry, and happy feelings fill this little poem that might have a value in it's apeal to all ages. Very enjoyable written.

PS- the moon used to wink at me, too!

;-)

[Helen Woodward]

A sneaky, talking moon! Wonderful James and so true! It's magnificent and spellbinding when you actually give that face some of your time. You've eloquently put into words what many have seen and will be able to identify with...You go you good thing!!! The poet Lorriet of the Cafe' Ole'......

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Nice light hearted verse just a joy to read.

[Angie- Reading As Fast ..]

James sent this to me... I'm so glad he did! What a joy to read!

[Thea M. Joy]

Aww, this is sweet! Thanks for sharing....such a beautiful care-free poem! Loved it!

[James K. Blaylock]

Wow, I must say I truly adore this one! It's going in my favs... if it is allowed to LOL.

[B. Lapinski]

a sweet poem. sometimes i'm not in the mood for rhyme, but this kept me in want for the next line.. bravo and kudos to you young lady