Drums Across the Ocean (1978).
In Lesotho, Africa, where we lived,
Distant evening fires on the hillsides were often seen,
Accompanied by long bouts of drumming.
Surely, over there, was comradery accompanied by gulps of juala (sorghum beer).
After years in Africa, then Sweden,
I arrived in, of all places, Davis, California!
I was beginning to organize my new, 37 acre farm.
One evening, I was just taken out of myself,
When I saw fires on the slopes of the Coast Range,
And, sure enough, drums continually wafting on the breeze.
It was indeed a shock to be transported back
To the wonderful evening drums of my past, Lesotho, Africa.
Frank Maurer 21 January 2023 1650 Hours