by Unknown
Dec 2011 348 Views 4 comments
Green Corn Moon
Desolate
And
Lone
Our place down by the river.
We're alone,
Holding each other close.
Under a,
Green corn moon.
The beating of my true loves heart.
Is louder then the rivers roar.
Forever in your arms,
I know I will always be.
And so will you my
True love.
Copyright 2011 John Yona
And
Lone
Our place down by the river.
We're alone,
Holding each other close.
Under a,
Green corn moon.
The beating of my true loves heart.
Is louder then the rivers roar.
Forever in your arms,
I know I will always be.
And so will you my
True love.
Copyright 2011 John Yona
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Posted: Dec 2011
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Green corn moon.Cherokee Indian mating seasonPoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (4)
cornfield under the moom.
Nothing like the woman you love
and a green corn moon
Not corn field.