The Boy in the Moon
by J.E. Fountain
When I was young and did not
know
That such things were not done
I rode the moon across the sky
One summer eve for fun
It seemed to me a natural thing
Indeed my only thought
A perch from which to cast my
line
No matter what I caught
But once aloft in starry seas
I soon forgot my quest
And settled in my worthy craft
To sail from East to West
So thus reclined on crescent
moon
I gazed at stars below
Reflected in the glassy pond
And stirred them with my toe
In time I reached the morning
shore
And climbed down from my seat
I took my weary head to home
On star dipped shoeless feet
I always thought I'd ride again
One day, one day, a lie
For one day turns into the next
They're ever slipping by
And youth gives way, and
youthful dreams
There is no time for fun
For now I'm old and know too
well
What is and is not done© 2015 Joseph E. Fountain
I. Love. This. Seriously, I am all goose-bumps. My favorite line is "star dipped shoeless feet," but the whole thing delights me. Would you mind if I printed it off for my own poetry collection?
ReplyDeleteOf course I wouldn't mind. Thanks!
DeleteWow, that is awesome!!! You bring such vivid images to life! I hope that you have other "Joseph" poems that you can share with us!
ReplyDeleteThanks Cleo. I have a few more I plan to share before the month is done. And I'm slowly adding things under the Wanderers Prose and Wanderers Poetry tabs at the top of the page.
DeleteGreat! I can't wait! :-)
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