John T. Baker, The Beat Of My Drum</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=36.htm>John T. Baker</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>The Beat Of My Drum</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>When I was a lad and I played in the park<br>And I dreamed of the days yet to come,<br>My head I held high and I learned not to cry<br>As I skipped to the beat of my drum.<br>Then time galloped on and I went off to war<br>And I prayed for the peace that must come;<br>My flag I flew high and I dared never cry<br>As I marched to the beat of my drum.<br>And when I returned with the world all aglow<br>Then I longed for delights slow to come;<br>With my head in the sky I forgot how to cry<br>As I danced to the beat of my drum.<br>But now it is late and the shadows grow long<br>And I ponder the end soon to come;<br>When it's time for goodbye, do you think I may cry<br>While I still hear the beat of my drum? </b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>