Dancing with the Moon and the Stars
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Sky Chasers One cloud alone is not enough to cover the sun, It takes a sky full of clouds to get the job done. But one cloud and the sun can play hide and seek, Chasing each other across the sky for a week. The sun is really in charge and the cloud knows, He can be melted to nothing when the sun glows. The wind comes in and blows the cloud around, He keeps it light and easy, not making a sound. The sun is in charge of the change in the weather, But the wind keeps the cloud moving on a tether. What a merry chase the three have in the sky, Until the night, when they say good-bye. Living In the Land of Pink If we lived in the land of pink Pink lemonade would be our drink No one would say, “Eat your veggies.” You would say, “More pink peas please.” Just imagine oatmeal colored in pink And topped with strawberry ice cream. It would be the breakfast of your dream. T-shirts, men’s suits, work boots and jeans Would come in the color of pink jelly beans. Pink houses, barns, schools, tractors and cars Would not be considered extreme. If you lived in the land of pink.
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About the Book
Poet Sylvia Stern enjoys walking and observing the sky. The sun brightens her mood and makes her smile. But a few clouds and her imagination can work together to see things other people wouldn't see. She loves the stars and imagines jumping between them. All of nature in the sky or on the ground is fascinating to her. In her collection, Dancing with the Moon and the Stars, she shares her observations of the world.
There are poems that take the reader on adventures with clouds—one of Stern’s favorite topics. From the cold winter sky to the escapades of the fall leaves, her poems capture the magical essence of nature.
Come along on an adventure that might have you tasting parts of the sky in one poem or blowing the biggest bubble with bubble gum in another. Dancing with the Moon and the Stars is a poetic journey that considers nature in a different light.
A Wish for Wings
Sometimes I wish I could be a butterfly
and when the time is right to make a change,
I could zip myself into my little sleeping bag,
have a nice, long rest and when I awoke
I would be a gorgeous bug with wings.
About the Author
Sylvia Stern is a retired school teacher living in New London, Wisconsin. She loved producing puppet shows with her second graders with themes of science, seasons, social studies and holidays. Poetry was often taught with a color or science theme and put into a book. She still likes working with paper and writing poetry.