Bill Dobbins wrote this poem after a couple evenings of climbing under the harvest moon.
Harvest Moon Blues
Did some craggin’ on Wednesday,
And the moon was shinnin’ bright.
Cragged some more on Thursday,
Like it was broad daylight.
Now we’re feelin’ all the pain,
Cause the harvest moon is on the wane.
Seven tens on Wednesday,
Such a jolly crowd we was.
Eights through tens on Thursday,
Till our arms began to buzz.
Now we’re feelin’ all the pain,
Cause the harvest moon is on the wane.
Now the evenings are so short,
A few pitches are a chore.
Won’t you come back harvest moon?
Not for a year or more.
Yes we’re feelin’ all the pain,
Cause the harvest moon is on the wane.
This post was originally published on 10/5/10.
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