Competition Entry

I search the skies for a silver ball
I scan the darkness for a light
And light I see, but in twinkling stars
Not in the sphere that shines at night
Seems the moon has gone for a sky trip
Days wear on and I look at a sinking Sun
And as a dark, white dotted blanket engulfs the sky
I spot a light – a crescent shimmering in the dark
Besides the clouds; hovering high
And as the moon enlarges
Night in and night out I observe
Until it becomes a perfect half
Of the moon, into which it will grow
On another night, it glares at me
With its craters that are its eyes
It seems very oval
And looks rather like a face on that night
Another night it smiles at me
It seems very chubby
It looks like a perfect round
And I wonder when it’ll go for its sky trip again

Black, plain black
As the sun goes down the sky
As inky as a pitch black dungeon
A streak of light goes by
Then twinkling in the pitch black night
A tiny dot tweaks awake
Then as I stare into the realm above
There are thousands of little flakes
As I connect to make constellations
Connecting the shiny dots of stars
A chilly, cold breeze blows by me
And there I spot Mars
A silver moon glistening
With silver streaks, shiny and bright
Shining the path, letting us see
In the pitch black night
I could stay in the rooftops all night
Staring at the starry sky
But as my mom, calls me for bed
I must say goodbye

The moon is special today,
And it is full of glee.
It shone over the deep blue sea,
The moon is so special, you see.

The moon is special today,
And it has came to me,
That I love the moon and the moon smiles at me,
The moon is all I need.

Round the Earth,
Oh so soon,
There went Armstrong,
To the Moon.

With Buzz Aldrin,
There he flew,
In a rocket,
To the Moon.

Once they landed,
On Earth’s Moon,
They placed the flag
On the Moon.

Sharing memories
Of the Moon
Now so happy,
Off the Moon.

Moon comes at night
Oh, a giant fight is what werewolves do
One howling scream from a werewolf’s lung
Now ringing through the starry night

Everyone hears the beasts fight
Once they flung
A werewolf into the bin
So we could study the moon
And Neil Armstrong could see the werewolves
And their fall

When Neil Armstrong first landed on the moon
His footstep stayed there for infinity days
And if he came home at noon
Did he have breakfast with an alien
Does an alien like cheese
I asked Neil
He said Aliens like to sneeze on cheese
So that’s why he was in a bad mood
Cause he didn’t eat any food
But he was a bit rude
But after he left me a signed photo of an alien
And told me he saw a werewolf chomping on food
They played who can stay in the air for longest
Neil lost a clump of hair
Which isn’t very fair !

My little unicorn is called Poppy
She lives on the moon
And gives me rides every day

On Poppy’s birthday I give her her favourite presents
I love my little unicorn called Poppy

There is a little man
Who lives inside my head
No one can hear him
But I can hear him loud and clear

He tells me to be naughty
But I know that is just not right
I love my little man
Because I can see him in the moon

Fifty years ago you see
three young men set off their leave
unaware of this amazing sight!
Could it be that one night
three young men set of their leave?

Little times you see me
I see you all the time
Gravity here is less
High up in the sky
Tide is who I control