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Thumping beats of the djembe,
West African rhythms sway.
Drumming dancers, barefoot boys,
Share tribal joy through dance and voice.
Shuffling steps and pulses beat,
Bare-chested moves incite the heat.
Sweat glistens on their skin so brown,
Their energy makes the stage shake down.
Twisting torsos, rhythmic feet,
Master drummers they hope to be.
Years of practice to perfect the art,
Drum and dance both mind and heart.
Calloused hands the djembe strike,
Dancing in sync, their moves alike.
Brothers in rhythm, tradition’s way,
Passed down from elders today.
The drum speaks, the dancers reply,
Ancient messages they signify.
Bare feet stomping, keeping the beat,
Communal dance, blissful and sweet.
Their muscular moves display the might,
Of music’s force and dance’s light.
Young drumming dancers pound their part,
In celebrating community and art.
Poetry Thursday: Boys with Beats
