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The Beat at Heart
From fossil days as woman nursed
man's tribe, their heartbeat's music served
to soothe wild breasts, till beats could wend
round minds with seashell sounds, thus penned,
man learned from woman's heart his verse.
And man beat out rhythm in lilted words
to protect the tribe, protect the herds,
chanted magic across valleys and glens
desert, ice, the mountains, seas, the fens
and hymned thanks for meat, skins and furs...
Our beats gained freedom of the birds
soared, trilled, flew till all world's heard,
we have made chanted music our friend,
as crooned words to our heaven, ascend,
sometimes soothed, sometimes stirred...
And you can hear us, still, in the wind, the trees
And murmurings of, honey bees...
man's tribe, their heartbeat's music served
to soothe wild breasts, till beats could wend
round minds with seashell sounds, thus penned,
man learned from woman's heart his verse.
And man beat out rhythm in lilted words
to protect the tribe, protect the herds,
chanted magic across valleys and glens
desert, ice, the mountains, seas, the fens
and hymned thanks for meat, skins and furs...
Our beats gained freedom of the birds
soared, trilled, flew till all world's heard,
we have made chanted music our friend,
as crooned words to our heaven, ascend,
sometimes soothed, sometimes stirred...
And you can hear us, still, in the wind, the trees
And murmurings of, honey bees...
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