The child's wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, “See the moon!”
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.
Child Moon
Carl Sandburg
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Poem topics: child, sleep, tongue, finger, mouth, silent, golden, yellow, shining, moon, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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