A poem by Leland Hale
You stand there,
smile on your face,
without a care in
the world.
You are the smell of rain
always welcomed by
a plain brown earth.
Always sweet to hear
like the playing of
your cello.
You sing like a bird yet
you are afraid of
your voice.
And yet everything
surrounds you, a moose
under a blue sky.
An excerpt from the book by Daniel Pinkwater
Once upon a blue moose, there was a little restaurant at the edge of the big woods. Mr. Breton was happy running the restaurant. He liked to cook, but he didn’t like it much when winter came and the north wind blew and froze everything solid.
Then one day a blue moose, who also didn’t like the cold, came to his door and asked to come in. Mr. Breton said sure, and served the moose some clam chowder. The moose liked the soup, and decided to stay. From that time on, things at the restaurant began to hum.
