Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
7 o'clock a light summertime dream just before dark unfolding it's scheme painted in sandals clovered kissed toes lovely green shamrocks are standing in prose a fierce looking cat Amber eyes silver fur bunting her leg and giving a purrrr getting back home nearly hour gone by look to the tree playing ball in the sky it looks like the moon nearly 3 quarter size outlined in countries is neatly disguised it's actually a ball playing with leaves That thing called the moon has some tricks up its sleeves she saw it glide down and bounce off of a cloud tipping it's hat and bowing to town See you tomorrow her group of new friends this just the beginning we're far from the end No need for luck with her beau in the sky a 3 quartered boy with love in his eyes she bows to the moon as her Gypsy skirt flows silver cat walking wherever she goes shamrock tipped pom poms will twinkle her toes Another summer time walk with his dearest of Maidens her toes and her eyes are moon dipped and ladden Goodnight Moon. Cherie Nolan© 2016
0
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC
"I Bow To The Moon"
7 o'clock a light summertime dream just before dark unfolding it's scheme painted in sandals clovered kissed toes lovely green shamrocks are standing in prose a fierce looking cat Amber eyes silver fur bunting her leg and giving a purrrr getting back home nearly hour gone by look to the tree playing ball in the sky it looks like the moon nearly 3 quarter size outlined in countries is neatly disguised it's actually a ball playing with leaves That thing called the moon has some tricks up its sleeves she saw it glide down and bounce off of a cloud tipping it's hat and bowing to town See you tomorrow her group of new friends this just the beginning we're far from the end No need for luck with her beau in the sky a 3 quartered boy with love in his eyes she bows to the moon as her Gypsy skirt flows silver cat walking wherever she goes shamrock tipped pom poms will twinkle her toes Another summer time walk with his dearest of Maidens her toes and her eyes are moon dipped and ladden Goodnight Moon. Cherie Nolan© 2016
Moi-Cherie
Written by
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem