Carl Sandburg

Here you will find the Poem Child Moon of poet Carl Sandburg

Child Moon

The child's wonder 
At the old moon 
Comes back nightly. 
She points her finger 
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches 
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand, 
Crying with her little tongue, ?See the moon!? 
And in her bed fading to sleep 
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.