after Noon.
Little children are carrying
Groceries for Mother.
A leaf falls, the Moon is near full,
The cars in turn are hopping.
The ladies are flutter like Flakes of Snow,
Another leaf is dropping.
Everything is in it's Place,
And all the Names are true,
Crickets brushing Cobble Stones,
And all the Jays are Blue.
The Music of the Spheres
Is Singinging along.
Robin and his Merry Men
Are dancing to this song.
Oh No!
There is only a Drop
left
in
Our
Glass!
But Baby's there to sweep the sand
The world is safe at last.
Hooray!
Poem # 2 by Julian Moore
I wrote this a decade ago and just discovered it in my brother's Gideons Bible tonight. I wanted him to edit it but he did not. So I guess he thought it was perfect.
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