The Moon Was Bright Poem by Pamela lutwyche

The moon was bright, on that warm summer night,
and abundance of stars was all around;
we were by a river, with a candle lit supper,
we put a blanket the ground.

Lying there just counting the stars,
and wishing this moment would never end.
A shooting star went shooting passed,
and our wants and future did expand.

We lay there till the early morn,
we saw the sunset rise,
we gathered our things together,
then said, our last goodbyes.