Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Bad Moon Rising

Sunset was past, the grass faded to black,
The twilight was diminished.

Though I did my best as I looked to the west,
I thought my mowing job would be left unfinished.

But I cast my eye to the easterly sky,
And saw the full moon was suspended.

And so, don't ya know, in that silvery glow...
My dreams of stopping were ended.