A Tea Named Green
The full Moon shines upon us on this Earth
Exquisite in its shape and in its girth
Lighting up the World from where ever we may be
In England, sunny Eastbourne, to Miami by the sea
Through a pair of good binoculars, I search the sky, what can that be
On a clear night with a full Moon, it’s the Sea they named Tranquility
And other Seas named Nectar, Clouds, and Showers and Serenity
As I gaze through my binoculars, skyward, into infinity
I behold a passing Spaceship landing on the Moon headfirst
I then begin to wonder and question the reality
How a traveling transient Spaceman can ever sate his thirst
For amazingly and despite those Seas, no water can be found or seen
For a dehydrated Cosmonaut to make a pot of tea named green …….
Written 23rd August 2017
Early November 2018
Sponsor: Brian Strand
1st placement
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2018
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