RAIN DANCE
Dusty trails through dense brush lead
Out into the wild where the lions feed
Moccasins dance to a steady drum beat
Inviting cool rain to come ease the heat
Children play on the sun baked clay
At the edge of the huts where a wile wolf lay
The moon is full casting shadows in the night
Indian chants give desperate prayers flight
For crops to grow and hunting game
A song and dance to summon rain
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Author:
MDStone (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When your soul is thirsty, Dance!
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