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Poetry: The moon

by Missy Dickerson

Oh mother moon

What a sight to behold

Full of strength and wisdom

Power and treasure untold

Magic and mystery

She watches by night.

Watching over her children

With her shimmering guiding light.

She's the giver of sweet gifts

To people and the harvest.

She blesses every morsel

And shines a path through the forest.

Like the mother who waits

So does she night sky.

For someone to notice her

And not to pass her by.

Moon beams what do you have to teach us?

Will we ever take the time?

To see what you've taught us

And apply it to our lives.

The majesty of our moon

Controls thoughts and tides.

Too tragic to take for granted

In simplicity her beauty lies.

The number of whispered prayers

Quoted by man and child.

Hoping that you would hear them

And grant them peace for awhile.

Oh mother moon

Over land and mighty sea

With love for our mother moon

In her debt ever I'll be

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