yann, i read this poem just after i woke up, about 6:30; i rolled over in bed and glanced out my window- the sun had not properly risen, but enough so as to give a dim brightness to the world. hanging in the sky was the moon, full and silver and so clear i could see its every detail. it is still there, and probably where you are, too; i figured i'd tell you about this because it was beautiful and i just read your poem.
Full moon just crept by us, beaver moon i'm told, which is a terrible name for a moon, but quite a sight indeed. Thanks for reading, say hello to the bambo with the dr seuss backpack
Reality this is
You're a veteran from the first war, before my time even...
yann, i read this poem just after i woke up, about 6:30; i rolled over in bed and glanced out my window- the sun had not properly risen, but enough so as to give a dim brightness to the world. hanging in the sky was the moon, full and silver and so clear i could see its every detail. it is still there, and probably where you are, too; i figured i'd tell you about this because it was beautiful and i just read your poem.
Full moon just crept by us, beaver moon i'm told, which is a terrible name for a moon, but quite a sight indeed. Thanks for reading, say hello to the bambo with the dr seuss backpack
I really like this poem!
You've been there so you know it's true ;)