That precious puller of ocean tides
abides pierced craters collided in its sides.
Meteors hit the moon and
the steadfast man who stands thereon
blows chunks of cheese
in an atmospheric breeze.
Some of its surface sucks up into stars
a piece beats a hole in my yard.
Radar transmits courage
from the little man to me
strength that warms my
pocket just because
Shout out to Sunday Scribblings for the prompt!