The moon is a teacher,
In a classroom of stars.
It's a huge rock,
Around a bunch of pebbles.
It's a pencil smudge,
On a page of pen marks.
It's a parent,
In a family of comets.
It's an old building,
In the middle of Seattle.
THE END.
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What is the moon?
Poetry"What is the moon?" Is a poem about what the moon means to different people. Follow me around the world: Twitter: @St_Loves_Music Tumblr: stephanieistrash (username)
