In honour of tonight's full moon I have chosen to share a very special poem from my own children's childhood. I read this poem as part of read alouds to many classrooms of children as well as to a meditation group of willing adult listeners. Also, two lines of this sweet little rhyming verse found their way onto a tapestry of moon phases as part of our 2013 Creativity Project installation for Charlottetown's Art in the Open.
The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky
The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.
He bites it, day by day,
Until there's but a rim of scraps
That crumbles all away.
The South Wind is a baker.
Who kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new moon that greedy...
North... Wind... eats... again!
I wish you a heart as bright as the moon this night.
Jill MacCormack
My mother's mother loved the moon like it was her own. Living in the northeastern end of PEI in the era prior to electric lights the moon guided her and her siblings through dark fields back home on many's a night.
This evening just after dark my partner and our youngest teen and I stood in our lane just to take in the glorious, rising moon. If you get a chance you might do the same.
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