Tender Tune

Drinking in some twilight tea
As last, the drops, of sunshine lay
Gazing out the window pane
The deer move down the mountainside
Heading towards the meandering stream
To drink their fill of rushing brook
Sounds of wonder grace my mind
Song of Chantelle, a tender tune
Her viola sighs, a gentle croon
Delightful chills, dance down my spine
And make my heart cry happy tears
Yea, lift my Spirit to the moon
Never stop my darling dear
Such tranquil strokes, doth soothe my ears
And smooth away my wrinkled years

Kelly S Griswold

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