Of the Moon cryin' I hear the nightly songA Poem by Richard Guimond Fate of the great Forest of old Of the Moon cryin' I hear the
nightly song[1]
Of
the Moon cryin' I hear the nightly song Above
millennium forest of thousand years old trees Druid's
golden sickles harvesting mistletoe
Of
the Moon cryin' I hear the nightly song Under
the axes blows the forest falling Long
tall ships, to become its old trees
Of
the Moon cryin' I hear the nightly song A
great fleet that sailed the seven seas Is
no longer and nowhere to be seen
Of
the Moon cryin' I hear the nightly song Over
Neptune's sunken garden silence Circled
heart trees, a forest rest in peace © 2015 Richard Guimond |
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Richard GuimondBeloeil,, Québec, CanadaAboutBeen writing 1967 photographer since 1969 been a small time journalist , a camera salesmans graduated in Classical Studies , archeology and religion history unfinished a master in Ethnolinguistic on M.. more..Writing
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