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Child Moon
2009.07.05
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Child Moon
by: Carl Sandburg
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.
