Drums Poem by Jameaka Shibles
Drums
Across the great plains,
The beats of drums are loud.
As the drums beat fast and loud,
I start to run.
The beats are so loud and fast,
I can feel the beats of the drums on my face.
The faster the drums beat,
The faster I run.
As the beats slow down,
So do I.
As the drums start to stop,
I slow down into a walk.
Finally, the beats have stopped,
And so have I.
Jameaka - Living in Arizona you must be aware of the importance of the drum in Native American culture - music and dancing. I went to an ecumenical service at Mount Rushmore just after 9/11. The Native American Christians had made a special very large drum which they played during their facet of the worship. they explained that God must have been very angry with the USA to allow 9/11 to happen. They said that they had made the new symbolic drum especially big to enable them to convince God that they were sorry and to ask for his forgiveness and comfort at a very difficult time for the Nation. I found the experience very moveing and humbling. Your poem illustrates both the fear and the excitemt evoked by the constsnt drumming. We do repond to the 'Rythm of Life' some better than others. You paint a lovely picture of the Plains - the Drums and your response to the beat. Again anoither lovely poem with lots of repetition for emphasis. Thank you fro sharing. Love in Poerty - JOHN.. .
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/20/2024 12:57:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nice. thats how i feel when listening to techno ^.^