The Man From in the Moon by Helen McKinlay
There’s a rat-tat on my door.
It’s the man from in the moon.
He’s dropped his woolly socks
and he needs to find them soon.
He’s as worried as can be
cos he’s only got one pair
and his feet get cold and stiff
in the chilly moonlight air.
So I turn on all the lights
and look out all around
and I find them where they landed
in a puddle on the ground.
We put them through the wash
and dry them by the stove
and Mum gives him some spare pairs
from her woolly treasure trove.
And the next full moon he’s home
away up in the sky
with a smile upon his face
and a twinkle in his eye.
His toes are nice and warm
and he’s happy as can be
because he’s got his socks back
and that’s all thanks to me.
This poem, is for my granddaughter Thea who turns seven today, Friday 27th August. Thank you Thea for being a kind and bubbly granddaughter. Your enthusiasm for life is inspiring. As is your focus on whatever project you are working on. The moon and the stars have always been an important topic of conversation between us and so I hope you enjoy this poem. And as I know you like to share I have put it up here so other children big and small can do so. Happy Birthday Thea. xxxx0000 Grammy. PS I hope you like his socks!
Today is National Poetry Day in Aotearoa New Zealand. And I have added this link to a wonderful poem by Wendell Berry… The Peace of Wild Things, a very present poem for these times. I first came across it on The Poetry Pharmacy and if you go here you can listen to it as read by the Poetry Pharmacy’s originator, William Sieghart, on the BBC .
3 thoughts on “The Man From in the Moon and The Peace of Wild Things”
How wonderful is this idea. Such a magical idea that he actually wears socks, and came for a visit to find them.
I suppose if he was sitting with his toes dangling over the edge they could of dropped off as he was putting them on. Glad you enjoyed it!
We love this!
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