Land of Great
The beating of the drums,
the smell of smoke drifting in air,
the calls of victorious warriors,
the graceful steps of ancestral feet,
all of these things lay deep in my brain,
along with all other tales,
of a land once great.
Copyright © Eire Toyekoyah | Year Posted 2012
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