The Beat Of The Drum Poem by Harmony Copeland

Stepping into the tribal circle
Preparing to dance.
Now, it’s the time
Now, it’s my chance.
Boom, goes the drum
Alerting me of what’s about to go on.
The sound starts to continue.
This is something I’m into.
With the rushing of my heart
My feet begin to make art.
The beat of the drum whispers a sweet, hum.
To hear the music in my ear
Makes me realize my heritage is very dear.
As the sound begins to die down,
My smile turns into a frown.
Now, all I can do is dream of what next time may bring.