Custom Dance Poem by Wendy Bureau

Wisdom of the ancients
Passed down to, blood of age
Nights of custom ritual
Memorized, without page

Rhythmic beats of handmade drum
Thump strong, of well trained hands
Feet tap in circle dance
Treat of sight, most grand

Rising smoke of fire fed
Burns of well stacked form
Flames of fleeting flicker
Ward off, potential storm

A gathering, mixed of age
Generations of length, alive
Wisdom of the ancients
Through song and dance, do thrive