JULY - 1969 - Moon landing

Written by: daver austin

JULY 1969 – Moon landing

There are no wolves
Astir tonight
To chill our fireside man
 
The wolves are gone
Are northward gone
From a disenchanted land

From where Maid Moon
Who winked at dreams
Has lost her apple eyes

Oh, someone’s plucked
The saucy dish
From out a virgin sky

Her lover’s cool
Bacterial breath
Has blued the Maid’s gold cheeks
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And wolves are gone
To howl for her
From woods and mountain peaks