I will write about the moon, soon, I thought
of Timothy Boon, who went up,to the moon
in a balloon, a poem we read in school,like
Godfrey Gordon Gustavas Gore,was a boy
who never would shut the door,the wind
might whistle the wind might roar,but
Godfrey would never shut the door, and
there is more,the shining moon,went along
where ever we went, there was a song,either
a woman with a spindle, or the sleigh in
the sky, the moon all along shining by, half
its course 'ye ronne' by weeks, and nights
dimming all the lights, for romances secret
or silent prayers,or the summer gardeners
stance, tending, watering careful, vigilance,
But wait a bit, miracle of miracles, reveals...
astronauts saw it too, heard the Call, All
Power is manifest and when belief was a test
people said..show us a sign...and Lo, it...the moon
was split in two, joined again...no life
nor air nor water, yet eclipsed it shines...
bright as ever, between Sun and Earth
in peaceful light,in cool joy and mirth...