Our Moon
The moon, our constant companion
Our faithful satellite
Always up there somewhere
Every single night
A wondrous, mystical land
It controls the ocean tide
I would love to visit there someday
That would be one hell of a ride
When mankind paid a visit
They saw a barren land
But they never explored what lies within
That’s still something we don’t understand
I believe that someone could live there
Maybe we will find out soon
Perhaps a wise and ancient race
Or simply just the man in the moon
But for now we’ll have to take it as given
That the moon is deserted I fear
And rather like this poem I just wrote
With little or no atmosphere.
Copyright © Gary Wayne Hill | Year Posted 2013
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