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Len
Good night full autumn moon shining so bold.
Harvest is done this eve of this seasons end.
I rest for this short period before the bitter cold.
Playing my flute for you, my music I do send.
I may be sad though my heart is gratefully filled.
Good night full autumn moon shining so bold.
Winters strength comes soon, elders’ bones are chilled.
Weak with age though their memories brisk to be told.
Stories rich with truth, understanding natures mold.
Within the wilderness, my soul captured by insight,
Good night full autumn moon shining so bold.
I shall await the next day’s prudence, our tribes fight.
As the moons shadows come out, though I never see,
I play for natures delight, praising all things we never hold.
My name is Len which means flute from the tribe of Hopi.
Good night full autumn moon shining so bold
written by
Cecil Hickman
written for
Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~
Contest Name Tell HIS Story~~
Copyright ©
Cecil Hickman
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