The Dream of the Drum Beatz
by “GUS” Lyle Rhoads
When I close my eyes, I let my mind sleep, there are peaceful dreamz of drum beatz, NATIVE LIFE, clear skies WAR CRIES under sunrays or moonlight
When I hear that drum call when we sing that first song, it feels like new beginnings where I right all my wrongs
I can sit at ease amongst all my DRUM BROTHERS. We sing for ELDERS, VETS, KIDS and the WAR MOTHERS. We jam for those who have made their final journey. Memories are in the songs, to the families no worries. Pow wow life STRONG, Pow wow life goes on.
Even amongst PANDEMIC, we still have our drum songs. The other night had a dream singing among “FRIENDS, “but before that can happen, must make amends. I’m sorry I lost TRACK, lost my way among addiction. I apologize to OUR DRUMS. I chose “SUBSTANCE” over “TRADITION “on a hard path “MISERY and SUFFERING.” But now things are different on a ROAD TO RECOVERY
So, I close my eyes and let my mind sleep always, peaceful dreamz, dreamz of drum beatz.
I dedicate this poem to those who are GONE from COVID-19 or addiction.
