The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
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The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars.

— George Elliott Clarke, Whylah Falls
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