African drums
There is something about being
Out in the African bush
The air is hot and dry and tastes
Of intrigue.
The night was dark and warm
UNder a sky of so many stars
They melted into one swirling mass.
I felt like an explorer as I followed
The dirt track through the swaying grass,
The tiny grains of sand massaged my toes
With every step, coating them in a fine powder.
We entered the village through a
Hole in the thactched fence that wrapped
Its protective arms around the small huts.
In the middle a great fire roared,
Its fingers of flames lashing out to
Touch the glittering sky above.
The women danced around it in
A chaotic ring of gyrating arms and legs,
Sending a cloud of dust into the air
Creating a dream-like haze.
The men pounded of drums furiously
Their hollow rythm mesmerizing and contagious.
Immediately you were drawn into the
Trance-like scene, the beat taking over your senses.
Toes twitching, fingers drumming, eyes gazing,
Heart pounding, ears ringing, body moving,
Dry mouth, dusty palms, beads of sweat,
No stopping, no time for thinking,
Pulsing, surging, singing, moving...
BOOM! All at once they stop.
Out in the African bush
The air is hot and dry and tastes
Of intrigue.
The night was dark and warm
UNder a sky of so many stars
They melted into one swirling mass.
I felt like an explorer as I followed
The dirt track through the swaying grass,
The tiny grains of sand massaged my toes
With every step, coating them in a fine powder.
We entered the village through a
Hole in the thactched fence that wrapped
Its protective arms around the small huts.
In the middle a great fire roared,
Its fingers of flames lashing out to
The women danced around it in
A chaotic ring of gyrating arms and legs,
Sending a cloud of dust into the air
Creating a dream-like haze.
The men pounded of drums furiously
Their hollow rythm mesmerizing and contagious.
Immediately you were drawn into the
Trance-like scene, the beat taking over your senses.
Toes twitching, fingers drumming, eyes gazing,
Heart pounding, ears ringing, body moving,
Dry mouth, dusty palms, beads of sweat,
No stopping, no time for thinking,
Pulsing, surging, singing, moving...
BOOM! All at once they stop.
