The Kind Moon
We can all remember the magic of watching the moon follow us on our way home at night…
The Kind Moon
Poem
I think the moon is very kind
To take such trouble just for me.
He came along with me from home
To keep me company.
He went as fast as I could run;
I wonder how he crossed the sky?
I'm sure he hasn't legs and feet
Or any wings to fly.
Yet here he is above their roof;
Perhaps he thinks it isn't right
For me to go so far alone,
Tho' mother said I might.
Notes
Written by Sara Teasdale.
Thanks and Acknowledgements
Thanks to Monique Palomares for the illustration!
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