Old Man and the Moon
With a sound like the mating call of a Loon,
Old Man laughs up at the deviant Moon,
Her face sprinkled gaily with red and green lights,
She out twinkles the stars in the face of the night.
And down in the canyon, the fire flares high,
and sparks spiral upwards, toward the lights in the sky,
the Folk dance around it, their voices ring out,
the red rock walls echo with the force of their shout.
Old Man just stares upward, a grin on his face,
and watches the sparks as they soar into space,
for Man has gone outward, to find a new home,
and the Folk will go with them, wherever they roam.
The Moon twinkles welcome, as the spark Folk fly high,
soaring and diving like a Kite in the sky,
And Old Man sits down on a fire-warmed stone,
and just for a moment, he feels the alone.
With a yip and a howl, he sings to the night,
a song of farewell to those still in flight,
then, feeling content, he curls up on the boulder,
close to the coals as the night wind blows colder.
And wrapping his tail around his long nose,
Alone with the Earth, into slumber he goes.
In the morning he’ll wake, and his work will begin,
and even in sleep, the thought makes him grin.
He’ll watch over the land, and keep the light burning,
and keep the Earth safe till the Peoples returning,
and he’ll run with the cousins, and he’ll laugh like a loon,
and he’ll sing every night to the Deviant Moon.