The Drum Of Spirit
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I hear the drum of Spirit,
A sound that rolls among the Summer valley shades
And climbs to echo memories across the mountain slopes.
I hear it low by meadow streams,
Where Teepees huddled near gentle waters.
I hear it racing like laughing dreams
Across the grassy plains where Bison grazed,
Carried on winds
That still across the evening valleys flow.
Oh yes, I hear the drum of Spirit,
Not lessened is the heart it beats.
Still it rolls it's call across the land;
Forever will it's song remain
To sing the memories of a time
When Spirit rode upon a wind.