Janna Brown

United States

I'm a bit of an old soul, with a passion for writing. I believe strongly in freedom of speech and love to hear everyones opinion, whether I agree or not. I hope to sieze everyday and find adventure always, but more than anything I love to be outside.

Message to Readers

A few weeks ago, my nephew, niece, sister, and I were driving home when my nephew made a comment about the moon. As a response to that, I made a joke about there being a man on the moon fishing for stars, and from that came this poem.

The Man On The Moon

February 28, 2019


Holding his shimmering fishing pole, a young man leans back on the glowing crescent of the moon,
Knowing that he better start fishing soon.
His hair was black as midnight,
His smile was the dawn's first light
And his eyes were the first stars that appear at night.
Though he was playful as can be,
Deep down inside he was lonely.
Sitting on the moon's rim,
He watched the people down below him.
Curious as to what they're all doing,
He thinks of the dream he is still pursuing.
So he casts out his silvery line way out far,
And hopes to catch a shooting star.


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  • Boogie With Stu

    AWESOME! love it, hey I wanted to know if you could read my piece, War Over Cairaduen, Orin's Journey, Chapter 1 Pursued.

    over 1 year ago