“The moon like a flower,

In heaven’s high bower,

With silent delight,

Sits and smiles on the night.”

William Blake

There is something quite mesmerizing

About a full moon, up in the northwood

My canines and I are all captivated by it

Observing it over a lovely lake, so good

No city lights out here, to distract us

No artificial noises, produced by man

Just the full moon, smiling down on us

A feeling that to me, is always so grand

Out here, time does not have much relevance

This same full moon, has appeared, for centuries

I picture a man and his dogs, hundreds of years ago

Sitting out here, watching this full moon, just like me

I also now picture him having very similar thoughts to mine

Pondering the fact his ancestors moon-watched in this wood

And soon, I begin to wonder how many distant centuries ago

Marked the first time, man paused right here, feeling this good

And eventually, I now begin to realize that I myself, had first visited here

Gazing up at this Northwood September Full Moon, some fifty years past

And now, I wonder how many humans and their dogs, will come after us

And how many years, this wondrous moon view in the northwood, will last

There is something quite mesmerizing,

About a full moon, up in the northwood;

My canines and I are all captivated by it,

Observing it over this lovely lake, so good.

©September Northwood Full Moon Watching 2013, Mr. Ed