MOONLIGHT
Theodore Jones - Year 7
Moonlight , in its silent mourning , Tried to convey a mysterious warning , On that rather dismal morning , Strong foreboding twas aborning .
Moonlight in its all-grand majesty , Soothed us after a calamity , Its gentle rays we sought to feel , While frost and flame bit at our heel .
The moon , a rather monumental sight , Just hung up there like your bedroom light , Illuminating , elucidating , irradiating all , And hanging there , quite lonely , as if waiting for a call .
The Stars , the forebearers of the moon , Are an ancient clue , an ancient rune , But what they behold is not yet known , Or perhaps our knowing , they won ’ t condone ?
Moonlight , in its grave solemnity , Wished the stars so much prosperity , And us it all but left alone , Save shining on us , like a phone .
YEAR 7 WINNER