Under a Moonlit Night

Since April is National Poetry Month it is only right that I post one poem in April.  Enjoy and God bless....

Under a Moonlit Night

In the deep of the night

when stars shine bright

and Platte Clove creek runs low

you can hear the coon dogs bay

under the full moon.

Hunters, wild and free

of a forgotten time

still wander the mountains

following their dogs

in search of their prey.

Hammers from the past ring

against stone at a quarry

from beyond tonight

to cut bluestone

for city sidewalks.

Somewhere down the mountain

a long ago tree falls

from a loggers crosscut

saw.  An axe chops dull strokes

into the wood.

In the deep of the night

under a moonlit sky

when the Platte Clove creek runs low

calm hangs in the air

like fog over the land.