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|When strangers tramp through the Rainbow Rainforest, the tribespeople must hide.|
|Posted: 04/13/12 [No comments yet]
~ 78 words.|
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Listen! Someone is coming,Author's Notes
Trampling through the brush.
Hear all the windchimes ringing,
Driving away the hush.
This poem came from the July 2011 Muse Fusion. It was sponsored by a prompt from LJ user ankewehner. It can be sponsored for $5 or 5 Torn World credits.
The tribes in the Rainbow Rainforest consist of Purists, either born there or taking refuge from the bureaucracy of the Empire. So they are secretive when outsiders approach. This is the kind of song they might use to teach children or newcomers one of the basic safety precautions of wild living. Interestingly, one of my prompts turned into a draft of a story by Deirdre M. Murphy; "Chasing the River" deals with some of the same motifs.
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