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								The Distant Drums |  |  |  
					| Roll, the beat of thunder
 upon history.
 Drums!
 
 Roll now
 and forever!
 Drums!
 
 I seek the storm of history
 ... not the shelter
 of home.
 
 Yet my Brothers.
 Lost and torn upon
 the horizon
 long ago.
 have given me
 that shelter,
 that home we dreamed of
 ... so long ago.
 
 Beat Drums!
 Beat the distance
 from war
 to home
 ... and beyond the sky
 bright,
 warm and smiling
 upon the morning windshield
 of the truck
 I call
 myself.
 
 ... and the road that welcomes me, slowly,
 bows below and within the pavement
 beneath my speed,
 road speed
 going nowhere, everywhere,
 and somewhere... toward the home
 of myself!
 
 It is toward home
 that I go!
 
 Follow me!
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					| By 
					Lou J. Klaiber Copyright 2002
 Listed 
					January 7, 2010
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