They beat drums with a purpose
A circle welcomes all to come play
In the middle free spirits twirl and dance
With loose clothes and hippie garlands gay
Hands pound out a passionate beat
Time to forget the past and live a sound
Passed down generations to now
Bring your own style and smile
And play a little love for awhile
I love the lilt of this poem, the freedom it generates with its meter and lines, and the last phrase is perfect! Exactly what we need right now! Thank you!
Thank you..it is a relief to have finished the half marathon isn’t it? 🙂 Good times though…I seem some nice escapism in your poetry…freedom from covid and distractions. Very nice!
It is! I am going to go for a walk in the fresh air and unkink the knots in my shoulders! We did it!!