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When The
Spirits Whisper
I suppose most people
Have done it
And then
Wondered why,
Climbed up near the
Top and said,
What the hell am
I doing this for?
I remember the
Old Metis and Cree
I knew as a kid,
They would say
When it’s time for
Music,
It’s time for music,
They’d tip over a
Five gallon pail
For a chair,
Grab a sawhorse,
A stump or
Whatever was there,
And play wild
Wonderful music,
People spend too much
Time doing what
They weren’t meant to
They’d smile,
When the spirits
Whisper in your ear,
Play boy, play,
The grass won’t
Run away,
You can cut it
Tomorrow.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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