It is just as you said.
I've looked at the moon
and it is all so vast.
But, imagine, if you will,
that every star
is a wish, and every wish
is a story.
Can you see the two bears,
a big one and the minor?
Loping across the sky
chased by a hunter, Ryan.
He has an arrow notched
in his bow.
Taking aim at
the lion or those fish.
Then he leaps on his horse
Pegasus in a wild race.
And yes, I see those girls
hands joined in a circle dance.
They laugh and giggle,
their pigtails flying behind them.
One is Leda and another
is named Cassie.
Seven sisters all together.
I don't know which
is my favorite wish.
I haven't heard
all their stories.
Since it is Sunday, can you make up your own poem about the sun? Is the sun a huge chili? Or perhaps a great weight lifter? Have fun playing with this one.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteIf every star is a wish and every wish is a story, writers have a lot of work ahead of them. Say it's so, and there will always be job security for the arts.
Yes, yes, yes. As long as there are children there will be a need for stories.
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ReplyDeleteThanks, Carol. I look forward to reading the next issue of your blog Talking Drum,
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