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The Distant Drums |
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Roll,
the beat of thunder
upon history.
Drums!
Roll now
and forever!
Drums!
I seek the storm of history
... not the shelter
of home.
Yet my Brothers.
Lost and torn upon
the horizon
long ago.
have given me
that shelter,
that home we dreamed of
... so long ago.
Beat Drums!
Beat the distance
from war
to home
... and beyond the sky
bright,
warm and smiling
upon the morning windshield
of the truck
I call
myself.
... and the road that welcomes me, slowly,
bows below and within the pavement
beneath my speed,
road speed
going nowhere, everywhere,
and somewhere... toward the home
of myself!
It is toward home
that I go!
Follow me! |
By
Lou J. Klaiber
Copyright 2002
Listed
January 7, 2010 |
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