The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of the way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
My daughter, Marit, memorized this lovely poem when she was about 7 years old…quite a few years ago, now. Just the other day, I found a picture book, The Moon, which simply uses this poem as its text, and brings it to life with absolutely charming illustrations.
Tracey Campbell Pearson has interpreted Stevenson’s poem for us with watercolor pictures as friendly as cocoa-with-marshmallows, warm as a patchwork quilt, loving as a welcome-home hug. They show us a family in Maine. Long past bedtime, Dad takes the four-year-old on a night-time adventure, climbing in the pick-up and driving through the quiet lanes to the harbor, hopping in the fishing boat and chugging across the moonlit cove, all just to enjoy the magic of the glorious full moon. Then…it’s back to bed.
The pictures are a merry flood of color — the vast, deep, blues and purples of the nighttime sky; a pair of cheery, adventurous red galoshes and Dad’s faithful red pick-up truck; acres of emerald green countryside; and the glowing, full moon shining over all.
If I had young children, this book is one I would buy. I could imagine reading it over and over and over again. Find it at your library and see if you agree!
P.S. Tracey’s webpage is delightful!! Especially if you have artistic leanings, you will enjoy rambling through her sketches and bio. There are also fun pages to print and color, her recipe for brilliantly colorful sugar cookies, and lots, lots more! Click on the link: http://www.traceycampbellpearson.com/index.htm