The Moon and the playground

The moon poem

The moon shone brightly,
The moon shone darkly,
The moon was sometimes small,
The moon lay up there,
The moon lay down there,
The moon was sometimes small,
The moon lay gracefully,
The moon lay unhappily,
The moon was sometimes small,
The moon stood up,
Until early morning,
And then went down to bed,
The moon turned bright,
After being up all night,
And this is all the moon.


The playground

The gates go ching chang,
People go ha-ha-ha,
People going whizzing,
Always hearing banging,
This is the playground.