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Now, read the poem.
In the space, draw the picture that comes to
your mind when you read the poem.
Moon, so round and yellow,

Looking from on high,

How I love to see you

Shining in the sky.

Oft and oft I wonder,

When I see you there,

How they get to light you,

Hanging in the air:

Where you go at morning,

When the night is past,

And the sun comes peeping

O’er the hills at last.

Sometime I will watch you

Slyly overhead,

When you think I’m sleeping

Snugly in my bed.

—Mathias Barr

oft: many times
wonder: to think about
something
past: (here) gone
peeping: looking very quickly
at someone or something
O’er: over
slyly: in a secret way
overhead: above one’s head;
(here) in the sky
snugly: in a warm
comfortable way

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