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Telling the Story

The drums could be heard far away across the savannah they travelled spreading, telling the awful news One village drums talking to another as much as fifty or so miles away dreadful news they told the listeners Of the worst drought in living memory people dying like flies with thirst animals stuck in mud trying to reach The last few drops of brackenish water bloated carcass's everywhere you look hopeless in people's eyes watching The drums beat ever louder and faster but no help can they bring to sufferers only water can do that, can rejuvenate Bring back life, and fresh greenery for all now the drum tone changes becomes insistent rain two hundred miles away will it reach? Soon the rivers burst their banks flooding in what seems an instance all springs back that life saving water has rejuvenated all

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Gina Young

Date: 6/8/2013 4:18:00 PM

This is a great read! Very dramatic, and heartbreaking descriptions. Nice work :)

Shadow Hamilton
Date: 6/9/2013 4:32:00 AM

Gina hi and ty for your time reading Shadow x

Mabel Gadzunheit

Date: 6/8/2013 12:14:00 PM

Marvelous piece, Linda! I love the excitement of it and the drums playing loudly! Excellent story!

Shadow Hamilton
Date: 6/8/2013 12:19:00 PM

hi Theresa tnx for taking time to read glad you enjoyed Shadow

John Ginesi

Date: 6/7/2013 3:43:00 AM

Hi Linda, Did you actually see this when you travelled Africa, it is a good interpretation of your exploits and a dramatic account through your poem, all the best. John

Shadow Hamilton
Date: 6/7/2013 5:42:00 AM

yes I did John ty for dropping by Shadow

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/6/2013 6:24:00 PM

I like this story of rejuvenation. It sounds like you really know this place!!

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 6/6/2013 3:10:00 PM

Shadow, the drums telling a story.. a lovely birth. deep and sad imagery. with the dead all around. wonderful ending... xox~ LINDA

Shadow Hamilton
Date: 6/6/2013 3:20:00 PM

Hi Linda as I described this does happen rain as much as 300 - 400 miles away can cause flash floods and all ravines to fill and flow wondrous sight and in under 24 hours green springing up everywhere. See that and you believe in rebirth Shadow

Elai Cee

Date: 6/6/2013 10:31:00 AM

beautiful written Shadow...:)

Shadow Hamilton
Date: 6/6/2013 3:16:00 PM

ty Elai that means a lot to me Shadow x

Mario De Paz

Date: 6/6/2013 7:59:00 AM

Those drums are really impressive. Their sound overwhelms the images of death behind one of the greatest tragedies of humanity: the lack of fresh water which only rain can win.... when occurs. My compliments

Shadow Hamilton
Date: 6/6/2013 10:01:00 AM

ty Mario drought is a terrible thing a certain charity make things worse by fencing off water then complain when elephants in desperation pull it down. Why not build a watering hole too? on my box lol Shadow x

Sandile Msane

Date: 6/6/2013 7:18:00 AM

Beautiful poem Shadow, it restores hope and faith

Shadow Hamilton
Date: 6/6/2013 10:03:00 AM

then I am happy both are important things ty Shadow