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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...
Written by Rew
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Author's Note
It is about origins of rhyme. My view.
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