“the drums are the heartbeat of mother earth”
Native American saying
the drums are quiet now
winter overcast and icy streets
mother earth is resting
waiting for spring and renewal
with only the chatter of squirrels
and birds to keep her company
I look through my flower photos
and pick one of hollyhocks
to start a new drawing
pink flowers to go on a
green background
my easel has some sketches on it
but I haven’t started a new painting
too busy with work
wondering if this is my true path
then someone comes in
needing a good listener
and I know wherever I am,
that is where I need to be
the drums will be back soon
and my heartbeat will be in tune
mother earth will be heard again
the garden cleaned and planted
wherever I am,
I will hear those drums
Native American saying
the drums are quiet now
winter overcast and icy streets
mother earth is resting
waiting for spring and renewal
with only the chatter of squirrels
and birds to keep her company
I look through my flower photos
and pick one of hollyhocks
to start a new drawing
pink flowers to go on a
green background
my easel has some sketches on it
but I haven’t started a new painting
too busy with work
wondering if this is my true path
then someone comes in
needing a good listener
and I know wherever I am,
that is where I need to be
the drums will be back soon
and my heartbeat will be in tune
mother earth will be heard again
the garden cleaned and planted
wherever I am,
I will hear those drums
copyright 2010 Linda H. Feinberg
1 comment:
Oh Linda, this is so good. I miss you and hope your not doing too much bookkeeping. Our class is going along very well. Sarah and Campbell are back so it is a full class and everyone happy especially me. I still miss you. Love, Jeanne
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