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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic


Teach me a song

Sweet southern night

In the whipoorwills tongue

That she sings to the moonlight

On the old front porch

As the oil lantern glows

Tell me the tale the cicada bug knows

Teach me the secrets 

The evening breeze brings

On the soft fainted rush

Of the night owls wings

In the weathered oak chair

I will listen so still

As the wind like a harp

Strikes the trees on the hill

Answer the riddle

Dark starry sky

That the laughing moon keeps

Why the mourning dove cries

In my faded old jeans

With my foot on the rail

I'll wait for the answer

I don't think she'll tell

Read me the fable

The old folks cling

From a page of the book

On the luna moth's wing

In a cloud of grey smoke

I'll strike up a pipe

And laugh at the chatter 

The mocking bird gripes

Speak softly your secrets

In the pale moonlight

I promise to listen

And remember them right

So that when I sit

In this same old chair

And night falls white 

On my beard and my hair

I'll sit and I'll watch

As life's evening comes

And teach songs to the children

In the whipoorwills tongue





Submitted: August 11, 2020

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