Alive


There's nothing like listening to the sound of your unborn baby's heart to make you feel warrior poetic like.  This poem was inspired by just such an event.  The drum, man.  It sure is sweet sounding.  This is for my wife and my unborn son or daughter














alive

waiting for silence to give way to the beat
new life speeds my heart as it pounds the drum

mist flows down to feed the green
anticipation of sound and something not yet seen

beautiful glow of woman light sun
today's living has made me a lucky one

just listen to that drum

smile

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