Oct 9, 2009

The Crescent Moon by Amy Lowell


                                          Dedicated to my special nephew, Jack Steele.



Slipping soflty through the sky
 Little horned, happy moon,
Can you hear me up so high?
 Will you come down soon?

On my nursery window-sill
  Will you stay your steady flight?
And then float away with me
  Through the summer night?

Brushing over tops of trees,
  Playing hide and seek with stars,
Peeping up through shiny clouds
  At Jupiter or Mars.

 I shall fill my lap with roses
  Gathered in the milky way,
 All to carry home to mother.
  Oh! what will she say!

 Little rocking, sailing moon,
  Do you hear me shout-- Ahoy!
 Just a litle nearer, moon,
  To please a little boy.

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  Remember to play the hide and seek game with the moon, Jack.
    Wait for it to rise, then watch as it glides slowly accross the night sky.
She glides softly past all the stars and planets in the universe,
  Lighting the heavens just for you.
And as the morning sun gets near,and near,
  She lays down to rest her face on the clouds,
Allowing the sun to come near you and warm your heart.

                                                                                           I love you,
                                                                                          Auntie Gema


                       
GemS

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