Comes the procession, swaying, winding
Through the ancient cobbled streets
A thousand drums in unison pounding
Knells of mournful, throbbing beat.
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Margery, I love the rhythm and feel of this poem. Great imagery. Love, Martin
Margery, this is a wonderfully strong piece - the lilting rhythm powerfully mimicking the marching feet of the procession. I am always impressed with the way you capture history and bring it gloriously into the present. Excellent poem. love, Allie xxxx