There just beyond where the tall grass
whisper on the parrarie there
was a sound to fill the stillness
of the dawn.
As it was to wake the new day
for the hard work that is
need to be done for it was time
for man hard work to be
made.
And so there beyond younder
there was a sound of a beating
drum to play amongst the
whispering of the tall
grass. That is ment to stay
still the sound of the drum
is to fill where the sound of life
goes on living. To find the new
beginning of it's worth to man
and to me.


© The realist