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The Full Moon

A little snow and a little rain Oops Heavy snow and heavy shower Ouch Strong wind with thunder and lightening Boom The moon has almost completed its journey around the world and is still searching for a comfortable spot to radiate its beaming light. It searches dark secret places untie deceptive knots and withdraw secret plugs. It burst chains and shackles with its powerful light and smiles at us as it ripples through thick dark clouds clearing rough spots unveiling secret patches, repairing painful damages and ironing out crooked paths. The bold moon is pregnant with rain it’s weeping for the Mothers, wailing for the children and lamenting over the youths. Animals are getting jittery they jump and prance in the middle Of the night as the moon tries to complete its full circle. Cows are on heat radiation increases causing mankind to lose their sleep. They become disagreeable and socially unreliable. Farmers are anxious too they do not know which beam The moon will disburse If it rains moderately the crop will flourish If it rains heavily the crops will perish If the north wind blows it will overturn everything in its path If the east wind blow we will be saved from its terrible wrath. Prepare the land for the moon’s circle Gather all the grains in the barns If you sow corn you will reap corn If you sow love you will reap love If you sow peas you will reap peas If you sow kindness you will reap kindness If you sow compassion you will reap compassion. Be prepared the full moon is about to complete its full circle. ©2014 Christine Phillips

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 7/22/2014 3:36:00 PM
interesting poem:)))..yur talent is obvious ..loved yur work :))
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