Was a little thing of five or so
An evening stroll to a park
With Dad Mum and little sis
On our way back the full moon shone
As I hopped and jumped and walked
with my little feet
And I saw her gently shining in the sky
I looked again up and then jumped two steps ahead
Oh my joy she was following me
I looked at Dad and said
Look the moon is moving with me
Dad said why don't you run and check
So did I
Yes yes for sure she follows my pace
Dad...ow we'll have to figure out why
I checked till I reached home
She found a place in my heart
It's been almost four decades since
And I still look at her with love in my eyes
Oh so much to love about the moon Nice narrative poem
ReplyDeleteFrom the perspective of an adorable child ~~ I love this.
ReplyDeleteI remember trying to outrun the moon at that age...memories...I enjoyed your poem...Rall !
ReplyDeleteIt's great when we humans can retain our childish delight with the moon - and indeed, the rest of the natural world. ;-) This was fun to read.
ReplyDeleteYes, I think we can all remember being amazed as kids that the moon followed us :)
ReplyDeleteEven I used to think the same
ReplyDeleteThat moon is following & playing a game :)
So many of us did exactly as you did as a child. You describe sweetly how the moon stalks us but in a good way. :)
ReplyDeleteI learned about things farther off seeming to follow us, from road trips, maybe age five or a bit earlier. Lovely illusion!
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