Banjo

Let the waver stream that ripples dances
Along with their wider legs be spread
Your strings are my pride.
With a song of old be lead
And your soulful tidal lyrical lines be read
Song muttered to the dead
Black I wore you too on black glace
The mournful of jukun race

Up still i wondered at your sayings
yet fables only I understand
Your auto tunes bellow underground
 and your song of the ghost land
Vanished yet in your months and in your innards gland
Am of old  listen to Doh Doh Doh
Like a peasant on a hand to back a plough
Seventh your finger moves each inches
pinning and pinches
Harmonized my sleep and sing me a lull
Night is young and a dull.