Maybe you remember the experiences recounted in today’s poem—maybe you don’t.
In elementary school, we were taught, “Silver,” by Walter DeLaMare: “Slowly, silently now the moon walks the night in her silver shoon. This way and that, she peers and sees silver fruit upon silver trees…”
In elementary school, we were taught, “Silver,” by Walter DeLaMare: “Slowly, silently now the moon walks the night in her silver shoon. This way and that, she peers and sees silver fruit upon silver trees…”