The First Fall Night Wind Brings Voices
The north woods forest
Brings voices with the first cold
Fall wind
Swirling chants, a pitch above the
Crisp wind, fill my ears
With Native American chants
I listen closely
Warnings best heeded
Of what's ahead
Drumming in the background
High-pitched shouts mixed
With victory chants
My spidey sense is on full
Alert
Strength fills my limbs
My boomerang sack is near
The door, must remember to bring my
Bullroarers
Thanking the wind before I throw
Tomorrow
Trusted old 'rangs
From makers long dead
Call out to me "I'm ready, old friend"
My left arm remembers
How to throw
My favorite booms remember
How to fly
They like fall
In
Minnesota
09/13/13
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