Cookies and the Moon

Child Moon 


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.


by Carl Sandburg

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Time & Cookies


Time quickly goes away,

like cookies on a plate.

Maybe if we bake some more,

We can make time wait.


Author Unknown


Winter & Reading



Glenda Gleave  — Tell Me the Stories of Jesus (800x723):

                                                         A Book

A book, I think, is very like
A little golden door
That takes me into places
Where I’ve never been before.

It leads me into fairyland
Or countries strange and far
And, best of all, the golden door
Always stands ajar.

                                                      by Adelaide Love

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A true poet

A true poet can speak right from the heart,
Express themselves fully without being brash or tart.
Can bring across those feelings of anger and even despair,
Never to see a cuss word woven in and out, here and their.
A Poet needs not to be crude, vulgar and shock,
to bring to our hearts and our mind,
The rawness of feelings, of hunger, even of crime,
The true poets of yesterday did it all the time!
Eileen “2011”