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Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

0 posted 2006-12-14 02:15 PM

Was it the harvest moon?
   or the tequila sunset?
that had me playing leapfrog
   over prostrate tree logs,
howling at the full golden moon
   sounding more like a lovesick loon
   than any midnight wolf tune.
That moon was up close and personal,
   sporting an in-your-face kind of look.
I was sure I could touch it if I just got higher.
   So I did.
We were already camped high in the western sky
   underneath the glory of Mt. Palomar Observatory,
where we had waited all day to look through the scope
but there was no hope, it wasn't to be,
   it was reserved for astronomers with a PhD.
We decided to camp that night beneath the dome
   and view the sky that the stars called home
and take a short siesta before traveling next day
   to Mexico for a fiesta and some sunny play.
Long about midnight there rose such a clatter
   we turned around to see what was the matter.
When what to our startled eyes should appear
   but 500 hundred bikers with many kegs of beer.
The hootin and hollerin lasted all through the night
   "Twas loud enough to give all the Deadheads a fright.

Meanwhile, back at camp
I was jumping and cavorting
like a silly scamp
leaping over fallen logs,
Olympic style
while trying to capture the moon's beguile.
When suddenly I tumbled head over heels,
rolled down the hill 'midst laughter and squeals.
My landing was rough, but I acted real tough
'Till I tried to stand up and my ankle gave way.
I howled out loud, but not at the moon I must say.
My friend carried me back up the hill.
When the neighbors heard about the spill
they gave up their wine ice to ease my whining.
By that time my moon man had disappeared,
the sun came up hot and the horizon appeared.
And now every harvest moon I wonder why
I couldn't fly high enough
to kiss that moon man's face,
but instead ended up on my own.
What a disgrace!

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