Charming, Weaving Potent Trances

Drumming, rolling, thundering all
Visions of spirits to Indians call
Magical moonlight, silvery pall
Natural blessings on villages fall

Warriors dancing, music in the air
Wide-eyed children bundled with care
Carefully watching, silently stare
Mysterious shadows, everywhere

Crackling fires, stories to tell
Women in circles listening well
Words of the chieftain clear as a bell
Buffalo tasties cooked in a shell

Humming, prattling, maiden glances
Signaling lovers, taking chances
Into the forest, deftly prances
Charming, weaving potent trances.


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