Moonlit Night Poem by JENIE FRANKSAY

Short and sweet, a wonderful poem.

MASSES AMONG the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and red crag and was amazed; On the beach where the long push under the endless tide maneuvers, I stood silent; Under the stars on the prairie watching the Dipper slant over the horizon's grass, I was full of thoughts. Great men, pageants of war and labor, soldiers and workers, mothers lifting their children- these all I touched, and felt the solemn thrill of them. And then one day I got a true look at the Poor, millions of the Poor, patient and toiling; more patient than crags, tides, and stars; innumerable, patient as the darkness of night- and all broken, humble ruins of nations.

Mr. Moon is always staring down upon us watching the night skies.

I very much do like this one.

lovely rhyme with perfect pitch and great imaginary

I like the inspiration standing aside to this beautiful piece of poem. i can also imagine the sight that led you to the thought, dream big princess.

Wonderful poem dear, its complete. Siya_! !

nice one...simple & sweet...do read my poems too

short n sweet. melody drifting from each diction