Look At These Rocks
There was an eeriness surrounding the silence of the moon
There were no bird sounds, but lots of craters formed like a lagoon.
I was in disbelief, for it was nothing like I thought it would be.
I thought there would be a man in the moon smiling at me.
No man in the moon, only hard rocks, and no good soil at all.
I shivered in the cold air – a bitter temperature in the fall.
Whose idea was this? I wondered, looking around for my Dad.
He was actually wearing the largest smile he had ever had.
Okay, I thought. I can stand this now, for his sake.
He was as giddy as a school girl as he picked up a rake.
Look at these rocks! He said. So wonderful and fine!
Out of all the Dads, I have to admit I am glad that he is mine.
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