So I can walk and talk with you. The moon is my friend. He comes out and watches me at night. The moon big and bright, Glows throughout the darkest night. And the stars are warriors attacking the castle.
Earths shadow moves across the moon, It's atmosphere Coloring the moon red.
Nicholas A Rocket to the moon I would like to ride A rocket to the moon, see what is there then fly it back again and land on the runway. The moon is a big gray ball in the sky. It comes at night, where it is surrounded by stars. But in the morning it goes where nobody can see. Here are some other moon poems from other years These moon poems were written by a fourth grade class sometime near the lunar eclipse in November 1993.