What is it I hear
Lurking quietly in the musty air
Murmuring echoes of rhythmic thunder
Rousing me from restive slumber?

What is it I feel
Tugging gently at nerves of steel
Evoking thoughts of verdant fields
Stirring passions refusing to yield?

The woods dark and deep beckon
Like shadows in the light they traipse on
The wild blue yonder entices the senses
Over the rainbow it mesmerizes.

Distant drums they summon somnolent feet
To walk on clouds stripped bare of doubts that seethe
Should I abandon my prairie nest on morning's sweet dew
To climb the mountain and dance the rhapsody with you?

Denn Meneses

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