A Song

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To be sung softly in the morning or before going to bed,
to the accompaniment of a flute and an ancient stringed instrument.

Night-coming song
moon rising

Morning-coming song
an eagle soars

Golden rails run
nowhere through
the trees

A loon cackles from
the cattails

Two ducks swim
side by side
like toy boats

Two friends walk under
the trees

Two lovers sing
to each other

Night-coming song
moon rising

Morning coming song
an eagle soars

Golden rails run
nowhere through
the trees

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About gwpj

Originally from Seattle, I now live in Sapporo, Japan, where I write, explore this city, read widely, and ask questions about things that i see as important. I'm also an author, with three novels published ("The Old Man and The Monkey", "Grandfather and The Raven", and "Bear: a story about a boy and his unusual dog"). For more information about my writing, drop by my website, at www.geogepolleyauthor.com.
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2 Responses to A Song

  1. Diana Stevan says:

    Enjoyed your poem, George. Very lovely.

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