DRUMMERS LAMENT

Drummers Lament

Strike up the drum my friend
Hit hard the skin 
With hickory, hard and clean
With match grip you held us all
Spellbound 
Exalted, you led your life
Not for you the dulcet tones
Oh no
You were the Guardian of the West 
Life was loud and thunderous
And in playing with such passion
Such grace, such glory
When you fell silent
So suddenly
Our lives fell empty
the tears fall like rain
In paradiddles of grief
Your presence 
Will resonate throughout  eternity

For my friend Jeff Fuller 
​From Newbury ambulance station SCAS.

By Brian Mear