The Little Boy Who Loved The Moon Poem by Christine K. Trease
The Little Boy Who Loved The Moon
Crickets chirping dusk has settled
Into a dark, foreboding sky
Starlight twinkles night has fallen
Such magic for a little guy
Full and bluish-yellow glowing
Mesmerizing those who see
Flat-backed layers gaze in wonder
As the moments swiftly flee
Thoughtful minds must wonder why
The sun has gone to bed so soon
But wide-eyes look up to the heavens
Of the little boy who loved the moon
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