One Drum from OklahomaA Poem by LJA poem about a "drum" (drum and singers) at a powwow, making music for the dancers, and for love and joy.Under the largest oak, six or eight people sit around a drum to play and sing, and the drum is big. The sound of it is the heartbeat of earth and of a child and of each drummer, who also sings songs that follow brooks and streams to rivers that flow, just as fast, and fill foundations left empty by the drum that pushes up mountains from earth, and rivers fill these to make lakes that reflect dancers, who are percussionists, every one, who high-step, nod, twirl, go toe-to-heel with their jingles, bells and shells that sound like creek and drum, earth-beats, wondrous and eternal, while singers rain sound in and around the drum, forever. Until it stops, boom on a dime, and all pauses 'til next time.
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