Valley Song Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The mountains are whistling:

Jing, jingle-lang, jingle-loo

The spear tips of earth are wreathing,
Like waves, like steadily entangled hips:

Jing, jingle-lang, jingle-loo

Every blade of grass grows and is happy:
The strummers of insects vibrate in
The open throats of flowers:

Jing, jingle-lang, jingle-loo

The sun is a whirligig, a queen dancing with fire,
Rainbows are bathing in waterfalls,
And the unshelled knight is in a vermilion
Tourniquet,

His horse is eating the tart plums
Enveloped in blue midges,
And glamorous shimmers from the water lady’s mirror:

Jing, jingle-lang, jingle-loo

Blushing purple goes the day over the hills,
Down into the channel of hazy valleys-
So brightly, each leaf is burning harmlessly at each tip:

Jing, jingle-lang, jingle-loo