The old Harvest Moon
Shines his light
And rocks on his porch
With his corncob pipe
Satisfied as he surveys
The rolling fields
And strokes the hair
Of the golden maize
The old Harvest Moon
Shines his light
And rocks on his porch
With his corncob pipe
Satisfied as he surveys
The rolling fields
And strokes the hair
Of the golden maize
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Simply lovely these few lines of wonderful moon-metaphor Laura - a really enjoyable read.
Whoops sorry about misspelling your name my friend - meant to type Lorna
A fine write Lorna.
Good to see you back, the harvest moon bringing the wonder of autumn to us, my favourite time of the year.
Lorna,
How are you? Missed you!
Thank you for sharing your poem and video! Enjoyed them. Looking forward to Autumn 🍂!
This humid and hot August has been unbearable!
Sending love your way...
~Laura~
Great scribe very atmospheric - good to see you back.
Beautifully done and well chosen song
September is the month I came to this plane
Thank you for being perfectly you and writing to share your light.
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