Narrative Poem

By Julia & Shelby

 

La Luna 

 

Nighttime had begun.

Grandfather, father, and son

Had a job up in the skies, 

As the moon would soon rise.

 

They rowed out to the open sea

To where the big bright moon would be

And as the little boat stood adrift, 

The two men gave the boy a gift. 

 

They had different plans for the young chap

On how to wear his newsboy cap. 

Grandpa wished to have some fun,

But Papa knew there was work to be done.

They two men could not get along,

And each believed the other was wrong.

The boy didn’t know what to do,

So he copied his family too.

 

To end all this silent commotion,

The moon had risen from the ocean. 

The little boy looked up in awe

At this glowing moon he saw.

In front of the moon, oh so grand,

Stood his Papa, ladder in hand. 

 

The little boy grabbed the anchor and rope

And began to climb the ladder’s slope.

He was afraid of just how high,

He would have to climb in the sky.

 

Higher and higher from the boat,

The little boy began to float. 

He then landed on the moon, 

Where hundreds and hundreds of stars were strewn. 

 

He looked around this place in wonder,

As his family waited under. 

The father called out to his son,

“Have you forgotten about someone?”

The boy thought, “I will explore later”,

As he hooked the anchor to a crater.

 

The little boy had to choose

Which of their brooms he would use.

Should he choose that of Papa, a sturdy push broom?

Or that of Grandpa, a family heirloom?

 

Before he could make his decision,

There came an unforeseen collision. 

The two men stared up in surprise;

They had never seen a star this size.

They failed to dig it up, however,

The little boy was much more clever.

 

With a little hammer and a twist of his cap,

He gave that star a big ol’ tap.

The giant star broke into many,

And now the men had stars aplenty.

From the sky, the little boy fell, 

Tumbling down, with the stars as well.

 

Now the men had more work,

And the little boy wore a smirk. 

He understood his family’s goal, 

And took part in his own role.

 

He took no broom, but chose a rake, 

And they finished the job before daybreak.

Back to their boat, the three climbed down, 

None of them sporting a frown.

They gazed up at the moon, so luminescent

Which, from their work, was now a crescent.