Moonlit River Poem by Casey Jarrell

Deep in the river,
I see a reflection.
It was a reflecting moon
That scattered my recollection.

It was so clear,
I could see the night.
I could even see the birds in mid-flight.

There was a shooting star whose tail was shining.
I made a wish,
And I soon was flying.

I swept my hand within the river.
The reflection shines like a piece of a sliver.

There was a rose upon my landing.
The smooth reflection was as clear as glass after its sanding.

The reflection shining like a piece of a sliver looked so beautiful upon this moonlit river.