A thousand drummers

Merry round world I hold tight to love and a face I want to pour nestle, offer all to skip and run round red, yellow, crimson crunch leaves kick them laugh sit in the wood smell the wildness I need to touch and spin tra la la ing past the pain know how to think Ride a broan hourse gittey-up and kiss the wind (children do it) Shiny cars must follow me beeping their horns a t housand drummers line my way Just this day . . .