TheBanyanTree: THE BOY ON THE MOON

[Sharon Mack]

To my Granddaughter Katelyn, the most 
delicate and whimsical small person I know.  
She rises with the angels and dreams of the 
fairies, and rides on the wings of the butterflies**.



THE BOY ON THE MOON


He sat on the edge 

of the moon

fishing all night with a spoon;

the line spun round

spun down and down

until it stretched into June**



And the sun streamed

		through the mountain.

the sea rising up in a fountain,

spilling and spewing,

splashing and brewing

		and dazzling the boy on the moon.




By Sharon A. Mack
January 16, 2004