Bum, bum-bum, bum, bum-bum.
The people of my tribe
start to chant our
prayerful song.
Feathers fly and shake
while bells ring
all the way to the moon.
It glows in our presence
and from it we wish safe travel
because tomorrow
our warriors go to
war.
We dance around the fire,
crying to our gods
that we may experience
the joy of victory.
And I, though a boy,
cannot go with,
yet sometimes I am
thankful
for I fear that
tomorrow won't go well.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
