Drums Around The Fire
© 1999 Elizabeth Clark

By the fire light
they play,
calling in the
dawning of
another day.

Through the night
it goes. Hands
tap, hands pound.

Softly the flute
joins in, lending it's
gentle sound.

Faces shine in
the fire's glow,
as the rhythm goes
round and round.

As the dawn
comes they
slip away,

leaving only
an echo for
the new day.