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 © All Rights Reserved