A poem inspired by my daughter playing Buddy Holly by Weezer. She listened to the song for the first time and played along.
Rhythmic pounding
Beats in time
Par-a-diddle
Alternating sticks
She pounds out the beat
Hit
Strike
Sticks in hand
1,2,3,4 counts
A drummer’s soul
Dwells inside
Her heart beats the counts
Of that drummer’s beat
Sounds emerge
Da da da
Rolling drum sticks released
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