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The Drumbeats Echo Leaving tracks in eons of dust Ancestors still walk in pace Disregarding time and space I too walk among them Almost seeing their faces And they in their moccasins Mingle their tracks with mine Blessed by our ancient bloodline Heritage whispers softly in my ear From their ancient truths to me here Voices on the wind Chanting in rhyme They in their gone away time And I present here in mine Communicating without a sign Their old haunting drumbeats.. Echoed by this heart of mine ŠNovember 21, 2009 Faye Sizemore -- "In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends." - Martin Luther King Jr. (1929-1968) |
