The Circle Poem by Dennis Parker

The Circle



The circle now is whole.
She plays a healing song.
Her flute song sooths the soul
The cedar scent is strong.

She sings a healing song.
To heal the heart and mind
The cedar scent is strong.
She plays an ancient rhyme.

To heal the troubled mind,
The song is played with heart.
She plays an ancient rhyme.
A drummer plays his part.

The song is from the heart.
Grandfather passed it down.
A drummer plays his part.
The center must be found.

Grandfather passed it down.
For everyone to hear,
The center must be found.
His message to us is clear.

For everyone to hear,
Her flute song sooths the soul
His message to us is clear.
The circle now is whole.

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