Faye Sizemore

THE DRUMBEATS ECHO

Leaving tracks in eons of dust
Ancestors still walk in pace
Disregarding time and space
I too walk among them
Almost seeing their face

And they in their moccasins
Mingle their tracks with mine
Blessed by our ancient bloodline
Heritage whispers softly in my ear
From their ancient truths to me here

Voices on the wind
Chanting in rhyme
They in their gone away time
And I present here in mine
Commutating without a sign

Their old haunting drumbeats…
Echoed by this heart of mine