Full moon over Great Oyster Bay.
I think I can hear all those oysters, singing their salty songs,
bewitched by the moon's reflection on the sea.
Here is one of my favourite moon poems ...
Moon Thought
The moon is thinking of the river
Winding through the mountains far away,
Because she has a river in her heart
Full of the same silver.
Hilda Conkling
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