A Moons View



The moon hangs bright in the sky,
looking down, on you and I.
She has watched mans progress, through eons of time,
right from the start, seeing him crawl, out of the slime.
Evolving from living in caves, and throwing stones,
to air conditioned apartments, and cellular phones.
Our footprints, in her dust she has seen,
who knows what this millennium will bring.
For now we are aiming at the stars,
first stop Mars.

~Tango~





Poetry by Tango
Read 430 times
Written on 2009-09-09 at 09:46

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text



And Tai is hitching a lift on this beautiful poem Tango!

Wonderful rhyme scheme.

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-09-09