A Poem by my Great Niece, Kitty Cotton aged 12 years.
The Moon is a pearl;
sat in the night sky.
Precious and beautiful,
it shall never die.
The Moon is a ball of silk,
dancing with the stars.
Floating elegantly in the darkness,
it won’t ever be behind bars.
The Moon is a torch,
lightening the night,
to help us find our way,
and just hanging in the sky,
smiling down on me.
© Kitty Cotton
(Ernestine Northover)
Great descriptions of the moon, and a lovely poem too, Ernestine!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful poem. It sort of reminds me of some-one once precious to me. Bien!