Is it red moon?
Or a blood moon?
A super moon?
It's something with moon
Of course it is
It's the actual moon, we're referring too
But it's when it's so big
Like it's bigger than the sun
And it's a hint of red
And orange
It's overall
Beautiful
Mesmerizing
I've seen it a dozen times probably
It always rose low
And never got very high
I never knew why it was special
That was before I understood astronomy
Or science in general
I just knew it was cool
It was one of the most eventful things
In that old town
Something to look forward too
On chilly nights
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
