Down the moonlight path I tread,
the stars are twinkling overhead.
As I walk I think of my bed,
where I can rest, my weary head.The silver moon awakes from its sleep,
And through the large white clouds it peeps.
The silver stars have wakened too,
when you sleep they'll watch o'er you.Kay Smith

YOU ARE READING
My Grandmothers Poems
ŞiirI am creating this book to share the talent of poetry my nan had when she was younger, I enjoy them so I hope others do to.