River Drums
RIVER DRUMS
Past the galloping city by road
The wilderness quietly comes.
See the crooked pine tree bow,
Hear the mighty river run,
Beating out it’s rhythm
On the rigid rocks she drums
Like our ancestral Crees
Echoes of smokey tom-toms.
Missinaibi, Missinaibi,
Ripples off the tongue.
Missinaibi, Missinaibi,
Hear the mighty river run.
Winding through the mystic woods
Where rapids speak their tongue
And in those raging waters
What holy purging comes ?
Feel the mighty river run
Thunder as she comes.
Many drum yet all are one,
Feel the heartbeat drums.
Missinaibi, Missinaibi,
Ripples off the tongue.
Missinaibi, Missinaibi,
Hear the mighty river run.
Copyright © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2016
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