by Hilda Conkling (1910 - 1986)

Moon song
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Language: English 
There is a star that runs very fast,
That goes pulling the moon
Through the tops of the poplars.
It is all in silver,
The tall star:
The moon rolls goldenly along
Out of breath.
Mr. Moon, does he make you hurry?

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•   J. Shank 

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Confirmed with Hilda Conkling, Poems by a Little Girl, Project Gutenberg.


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