I See the Moon

I love photography, even though I have never had 
any training or instruction in the craft.  Recently I captured some really cool pictures of the moon.  They remind me of a little poem my dad used to tell me.  I don't know where it came from, and could not find on the internet where this very old and popular lullaby originated, but I can still hear my dad reading it at night from a very worn nursery rhythms book that came from my Paw Paw Murphy's house when he died.

I See the Moon, the Moon Sees Me

 I see the moon, the moon see me,

shining through the leaves of the old oak tree.

Oh, let the light that shines on me, 

shine on the one I love.

Over the mountain, over the sea,

back where my heart is longing to be.

Oh, let the light that shines on me,

shine on the one I love.

I hear the lark, the lark hears me,

singing from the leaves of the old oak tree.

Oh, let the lark that sings to me,    

shine on the one I love.

Over the mountains, over the sea,

back where my heart is longing to be.

Oh, let the lark that sings to me,

sing to the one I love.   

I loved the way that book smelled, the pages were very old, yellow with age, and there were cracks in the pages, and some little pieces were missing where the cracks had turned to torn parts.  The back of the book was gone, long ago ripped away in some accident or the other.  The book was officially titled The Mother Goose Book of Nursery Rhythms.  The illustrations where just single line drawings in black ink, and mother allowed us to color the drawings with our crayolas.  There was great competition between my sister Lydia and I for who would get to color in the most beautiful of the drawings.  I do not know how old that book was, but I suspect it came from the childhood of my grand-mother. 

I don't know either what ever happened to that book, but I wish I still had it.  There was magic in that old book... just like there is mystery and magic in the moon.