PUM pum PUM pum PUM pum PUM pum beat
Cherokee dancing drums,
Flailing headdress feathers pierce dry sky,
Color-flashing bronze bodies bend as willow bows
back and forth in rhythm to
prairie grass blowing in spring-warm wind,
dancing the rain in;
High above we ride enchanted with
PUM pum-pulsing drums,
souls soothed from days pummeled
with worry shrouds as
thunderbolts flash crooked bright gold through
steel-blue bursting clouds,
rushing showers pelt parched earth, promising
cornucopian harvest to fill all with its wealth.
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