Thudding a drum log by the campfire, thoughts of his days
quest for sustenance, the fearfulness of the night, and his
own bravery were transformed into rhythmic words chanted
aloud, to mark the pulse of the drumbeats song
Sharing these chanted words by the fires red light, echoing
sounds reached neighboring ears, inspiring their imagination,
leaving a magical pattern in their minds
So it began, Poetic meter bequeathed to man
An adventurous dream, or so it would seem
Forever running, skipping, soaring, flying as the wind,
o'er the fields of grass
Poetry, oh, the magic of the sound
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