[meteorite-list] OT .. poem dedicated to Mark Bostick

From: Rosemary Hackney <ltcrose_at_meteoritecentral.com>
Date: Thu Apr 22 10:23:49 2004
Message-ID: <000701c2f025$ebfd56e0$7370d6d1_at_default>

The Rabbit in the Moon


Mark Bostick

The moon is old, or so I have been told

And entirely made of green cheese.

But the circles and bumps are not rat holes;

Instead are called mountains and seas.

I am told there is no water there too,

So how can these oceans be?

And if it is green, why do they say blue,

When it definitely looks gold to me?

And then they say there is a little man

Whose face adorns the surface.

But instead I see on the other hand

A rabbit with a basket of carrots.

Hoopity skipping with big, long ears

Carefully carrying his treasure.

Hopping along, having no fears

Doing a Snoopy dance in measure.

Then they say it is waxing or waning

Or crescent or full or new.

But I still see a bunny rabbit playing.

I guess it's one's point of view.



Rosemary Tipton Hackney 2001
Received on Fri 21 Mar 2003 10:48:36 PM PST