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Summer Moon
by Leonard M HawkesI remember well
Cub River's moon:
Open rolling meadows
And the didactic friendship
Of Old Men.
And the orange-red
Fire moon rising
O'er Lake of the Woods,
And the wild forest frolic
Of Young Men.
But most oft I see
The peach moon,
When eastern man-light
Covertly cast that knowledge
Of My Self.
08/23/2002 Posted on 08/23/2002
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/20/02 at 03:08 PM What is it about the forest that fans the wildness in us? The alliteration and near-rhyme of "forest frolic" is especially evocative and effective. Glad to find your library Leonard. |
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