The Drum (please feel free to comment)

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The Drum

The sweet smell of smudges wafts up into the air, mingled with the tobacco we share
Feel the pounding, pulsating of the drum as the earths vibrations rattle and hum
Step by step around the circle we go, weaving the magic from the earth below
Round the circle into trance, compelled to join the communal dance, the banging of the drum step by step in unison
Twirls and swirls, feathers and beads sway to the hum of the drum together in unison, as bands of color and light sway on into the night
Flags held high for all to see represents the tribal clans to me
The spirits walk among us, as the elder does speak, he tells us to be happy at this joyous meet, as the drum beats ever on and on the ancestral spirits sing there song

By
Penelope Leyson-Young