Drums Beating

 I listen to drums pulsating and beating
 An ancient rhythm of memories fleeting

 Drummers sing in a high falsetto, wail
 A chanting tempo that's telling a tale

 Singing songs of bravery they dance to the beat
 Nimbly bobbing and weaving on moccasin feet

 People gather together to remember and revive
 Of an earlier time that they bring back alive

 An ancient culture that struggles to renew
 A glorious past remembered by few

 Recapture with pride the simple ways
 Giving and receiving as in olden days

 The sadness of a race that wavered and lost
 There ways destroyed as worthless and tossed

 Recover the past let traditions prevail
 The honor they taught and trained without fail

 We'll prevail

 Ray Martell © 9/21/2002