The Silver Crescent Poem by Charles Jagongo

The Silver Crescent



Up the sky
I point my finger up the sky
The majectic moon sits well up the sky
Its silvery curve makes king of stars up the sky

My baby son
Sees my finger, the moon up the sky
My baby son's eyes glitter
So happily
The baby chuckles.

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