My son took me for a walk to the moon.
Leaving our house on a warm night, in June.
The owls they hooted in woods we passed,
Our senses alive, we, hurried on past.
Bats whistled by as they flew high and low.
Creatures hunting in the midnight glow.
By and by we reached a small town,
I gave a yawn my son gave a frown.
We were quiet as mice as foxes played,
Raggedy creatures with red coats frayed.
Our mouths watered on city lit streets,
Bakers rise early to make special treats.
As we wandered on by scents filled our heads,
Neither of us ready to yet face our beds.
But soon it was time to hear the dawn chorus,
Glorious birdsong sang just for us.
The sun did rise and the moon recede
I admitted to sleep I did need.
As daylight came, the moon lost it’s reign.
Stars faded away and white clouds came
Our eyes searched the sky for sight of the moon,
All trace of it gone our mission in doom.
We looked at each other, admitted defeat,
Sat down on a bench and rubbed tired feet,
Agreed to go home, to our beds, to find sleep.
Soon we got back, tucked up and fell deep.
In dreams we did fly to the moon and stars,
Circled round Saturn, felt the heat of Mars,
Travelled the Galaxy faster than light
Following our dreams, finding delight.
I was walking with my children one day when one of them said "it looks like we are walking to the moon". I thought of him and wrote this.