Jump to the Moon ( a poem of remembrance)
When I was just a child,
I gazed at the moon and smiled,
If I could only but jump,
I'd land there with a thump.
Then to walk in the white sand,
And sift it through my hand,
I'd wave to those back home,
While on the moon I'd roam.
As I spied the stars about me,
I'd count how many I could see,
Then give a salute, as one to shoot,
Across the skies, to scoot.
As I pondered just how far,
The furthest sparkling star.
I dream of a time, that one day,
I visit there as well, to go and play.
Then back home I would return,
As in my memory was burned,
My trip up to the stars,
And just what I'd learned.
Another day and a special time,
I'd write a little rhyme,
Take pause, where I had played,
About this universal parade.
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