Celtic Night Poem by Jason Pack
Celtic Night
As the sky darkens,
They gather 'round,
Carrying tools,
To make sound.
As the Sun falls,
The drums beat,
The flutes flow,
They stomp their feet.
The Darkness complete,
The pipes wail,
The men bellow,
A frightening gale.
The sky greys,
And they stop,
Until the Sun,
Shows its top.
The drums die,
The pipes play,
The flutes fly,
Into the day.
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4/23/2024 10:18:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hey, nice poem. Read mine - Indebted - Adeline