The moon is up there.
Shining so bright.
I just stand and stare
such a beautiful sight.
Mr. Moon is always staring down upon us watching the night skies.
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.
Short and sweet, a wonderful poem.
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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
I very much do like this one.