Picture of bongos musical instrument.
“Bongos”
In rhythm and beat, they come alive,
The bongos, their sound, like a joyful dive.
With hands that dance upon their skin,
A melody begins, inviting us in.
Their wooden shells, smooth and round,
Resonate with every touch and pound.
Creating music that's wild and free,
Bongos, the heart of a vibrant symphony.
In every tap and gentle stroke,
A story unfolds, like whispered smoke.
From distant lands to a tropical breeze,
Bongos, the language that unites and appease.
Their beats ignite a fiery flame,
Guiding our souls, never the same.
They sing of passion, of ancient rites,
Bongos, the catalyst for magical nights.
So let us sway to their rhythmic call,
Embrace the groove, surrendering all.
For in the heart of those bongo drums,
Lies a world of wonder, where music thrums.
(2/18/2007)
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