The night is chill, the dawn is soon,
and music that will make you swoon
and sway just like the ancient trees
softly in the midnight breeze,
is playing, tunes I still remember,
that sweet anthem of November.
It sings to me and calms the soul,
a treasure worth far more than gold,
as I look up-- the trees, they dance,
to the crickets and their chants,
their sillouhettes against the moon,
a shining silver great balloon.
All the world is yet asleep,
dreaming in their slumber deep,
and yet here we see our dreams
under shining silver moonbeams.
They sing to us a lullaby,
under the moon, under the sky,
the song of all the sage, old stars;
tonight they don't seem all that far.
If I listen close, I'll hear
whispered secrets in my ear,
the things that I knew all along,
revealed again by that old song.
O, that song-- I still remember
that sweet anthem of November!
-D.B.
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Hey Dan
Very remarkable poem. I grinned just reading the very first line!
John
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Xel, you are just amazing!
"If I listen close, I'll hear
whispered secrets in my ear,
the things that I knew all along,
revealed again by that old song."
Those are my favorite lines! Keep it up man!
-Liz
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Love, this is such a beautiful write! I love everything about it and for once, i have nothing negative to say about it!
Excellent job, Hun. Your words truely amaze me 
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Good job Dan. You should write an anthem for every month if you feel up to it. After all your writing has such originality. Thanks for sharing. Well done.
Brian
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