Dylan Parkers


The Day The Moon Dissappeared


Without the moon the sky would not sleep
The peoples eyes would grow dark with no sleep
The open eyes off the stars will blind
the sleep out of everyones eyes

The birds will cheep in the day
the people will always say
'were out of cheese arent we? '
though if you dont know the moons not made out of cheese.

The day the moon dissapeared
i couldnt see the curve of the beautiful glow in the sky
that put me in a deep sleep......

Submitted: Thursday, March 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 22, 2013

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i wrote this poem at school on world book day about when things dissappeared...

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