The Night the Moon Went Sailing - Dan Close - Bog

Poems of moons that sail and elders spry; of critters that talk and bees that ask why; of lovelorn lovers and chess players wry; of brothers that laugh and daughters that cry; and that mystical maiden -- Lorelei. To top it off, we look to the sky, to galaxies and nuclei, and once more the vagaries of fate we defy; and all as seen through the poet's eye...