the moon

a little on the spot writing:)

        I saw the moon bright as day.
        It sang to me again.
        It danced with the stars, who did play,
        And said I was a friend
        
        The white man smiled on the waning nights;
        Scaring away little girls frights.
        Who are you? It asked again.
        I tell you the truth, I am a friend.

Author's Note

sorry its bee so long since i've been on... its been kind of hectic lately:) i'll do my best to catch up on here and post plenty of new writings to make up for lost time:)

Reviews

[StayAnchored]

This is such a nice poem!
I've missed you on here but I totally understand how hectic life can be :)

[marie]

Thank you!:) glad to be back:) missed you guys:)

[s y e]

i love the moon. this is a great write. interested me and your title pulled me in.

~ noodle.

[marie]

thanks for the review:) glad you liked it:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think the moon is definitely a friend...the Wolfman didn't like seeing him...but the rest of us are friends with the man in the moon...
i like this write, it is comforting.

[marie]

thank you for the review!:) I'm glad you liked it:) its nice to hear from you again:) sorry I've been gone so long:)