The Moon


A simple crescent in the sky,
A mellow orange glow.
Calls back a time when I was young,
When fear I did not know.

I’d hang my hat upon the moon
And dare each night to fall,
With robust youth I’d bristle up
And chant the owls call.

Alas, now age is stalking me,
My body tired and worn,
My hat now rests upon my knee,
The cock’s crow calls the dawn. – Peter Kuhn



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One Response to The Moon

  1. chase says:

    Thought ‘the moon’ was great. Thank you for sending the link, will check it out more often.

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