A Mouth Harp Sunset Song On Blackett’s Ridge — Image by kenne
Mouth Harp Song for the Sunset
Bend me a note,
low in the canyon wind—
sun’s going down,
day’s at its end.
Fire on the ridge,
stone cut against the sky,
harp keeps singing,
light says goodbye.
Oh, the shadows fall,
long and wide—
carry that tune
to the other side.
Play that soulful tune
It must be Phil-harmonic
Day’s done gone the sun
Phil, I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. The death of family and friends are never easy to take, but as we age it only gets harder. I would say, I’ll meet you out on the trail, but I’ve been off the trail. Take care, my friend.