Narrative Poem- Pixar Film- La Luna

A young boy at sea,

With his father and his grandpa making him at ease,

On a little white boat going into the breeze,

They hand him a gift wrapped in a cloth,

It’s a workers hat that is so soft,

His grandpa and his dad shape him like themselves,

As they adjust his hat and the little boy is puzzled,

Which side to choose to be his grandpa or his father,

They wait for the moon to come and that moment La Luna rises,

The boy grabs the anchor and is ready to climb,

Father sets the ladder and the little boy rises,

Reaching to the moon and setting his anchor,

The others follow setting foot in the sky too,

Stars scattered with a lot of work to do,

Father grabs the tools and proceeds to sweep,

The men of the family continue to fight,

Trying to shape the boy into what’s right,

Interrupted by a massive shooting star they take cover,

Something so absurd, they begin to wonder,

The men begin to try to pop the star out,

But fail again and again they begin to pout,

The little boy stares and thinks for awhile,

Choosing his own path his snaps his hat back.

He grabs his hammer and starts climbing the star,

As he reaches the top he gives the star a tap,

The star explodes into a thousand little ones now,

Grandpa and Father have never been so proud,

The little boy has finally found himself now,

He gets his own rake and shapes himself wow,

They continue their job and make their way back down,

As they reach their boat they look at their work,

They stare at the sky and see a crest moon,

La Luna is done the men are done to lurk