Do you hear in the distance–
Like the drum of a chief,
Or an elephant’s footfall,
The heartbeat of a thief–
Past the splattering rain and the call of a crow,
That faint rumble from childhood few Salem folks know?
From the depth of my being I am urged to attend.
So I run to the window,
As if meeting a friend.
Push the curtains aside,
Open wide to the breeze,
Feel the rush of my spirit
With the swaying of trees–
Feel Creation as One
As I fall to my knees.
Jewniquely Myself 
Joan,
This is beautiful, loved the last line, it really resonated with me, especially the sensory examples. Just lovely.
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So sweet to hear from you, dear Annie, thanks for your kind remarks, blessings and love to you *dancing raindrops**wispy clouds**pawprints in sand*
Very good. Classic poetry. Loved the creative, descriptive words & the rythming.
Thanks, darling Joanne, so sweet to know you are reading, wishing you much love *children dancing**willows in mist**pawprints in sand*