Happy Poetry Friday! This is one of my favorite poems to share duirng a study of the moon and it's phases. It is especially fun after our Oreo Moon Phases project!
The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.
He bites it day by day,
Until there's but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.
The South Wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a new crisp moon that...greedy
North...Wind...eats...again!
By Vachel Lindsay from The Random House Book of Poetry for Children.
©1914, 1942
