Teepee Tent

Woven fabric made of rainbow feathers Veils the bent tripod in a land far away, it seems Where serpentine streams unite As it pulsates to the stony river bend, it sings A soothing symphony of whistles and drums In a silhouette of lush Iroquois forest charm There it stands! Dreamcatchers hang on each twelve poles Its bent tripod looks sturdy and straight As its woven makeshift fabric embraces its frame It waves as fresh forest breeze flows through The fabric flaps that binds the gaps in between Clove hitch knot secures its apex Wooden pegs hold the ropes from its edges Buried beneath the earth of the Eastern Plains Rests a magical teepee tent with three sets of wings