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.