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kaanibaa
United Kingdom
1169 Posts |
 Posted - 06 Jun 2008 : 16:40:42
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Distant Drums
As they travel
Through the dense Sahel jungle
The weary travelers
In search of hope
Cross streams ,rivers and dry desert
At times hounded by hyenas or lions
Jackals howling threats all the way
At night frightening hoots from the owl
Make them cringe
Fearing the unseen
Lurking in the thick foliage
The come of Day or night
Is unknown to these travelers
As in the Sahel jungle
The canopy shuts out light
Just a peep now and again
Is all they got
Thriving on hope
They listened by force
To all sounds
Fearing some
Yearning for others
The best was the sound of
Heraldic drums
Those primitive tools
The senders of message
To distant abodes
Hearing the booming sounds
Quickens their steps and heartbeat
Signaling the beginning of the end
Of their travail
Across rivers, jungles and desert
They marched with hope
So towards that sound
They march on weary feet
Eager for the welcome rest
What awaits them is known to none
All they know is
That hope in the distance
Beckons them
And so in haste they march
To meet with their destiny
After a hard long trek
Perhaps to rest at last
Something to hope for
Better than nothing at all
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