Nia H illuminates "river moon"

THE DOUBLE moon, one on the high back drop of the west, one on the curve of the river face,
The sky moon of fire and the river moon of water, I am taking these home in a basket, hung on an , such a teeny weeny elbow, in my head.
I saw them last night, a cradle moon, two horns of a moon, such an early hopeful moon, such a child’s moon for all young hearts to make a picture of.
The river—I remember this like a picture—the river was the upper twist of a written question mark.
I know now it takes many many years to write a river, a twist of water asking a question.
And white stars moved when the moon moved, and one red star kept burning, and the Big Dipper was almost overhead.



Carl Sandburg writes this poem to show how he feels about the moon and the sky reflecting on the river. He considers the moon a hopeful moon and a moon that young hearts should have, this means to me that if you have a dream just by looking at the moon it might just give you hope and give you faith.