Distant Drums
I hear distant drums
Calling out to me,
They are calling my heart
Back to my ancestory.
I can hear the echoes
Across the native land,
I need someone to guide me
To lead me by the hand.
I hear distant drums
My feet want to dance,
The haunting sounds of my ancestors
Put me in a trance.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
July.15/2004
I found out, I don't have Native Indian in my blood. :'o( But I feel as if I do.
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