The poem describes listening for drums that have beat for hundreds of centuries across nature, representing the heartbeat of the Earth, despite modern noise and development. It encourages leaving the city to hear the drums in eagles' territory, and to be still and listen with one's heart rather than just physically, as the drums still communicate the spirit of the land through the wind despite humanity's impacts.

1. Drumbeat
By Carol Snow
Listen.......
There! Do you not hear them?
Come away from your overcrowded city
To a place of eagles
And perhaps you will hear.
Be still this once;
Hold the yammering
of your jackhammer tongue.
Take your stainless steel hands
From the ears of your heart
And listen.
Or have you forgotten how?
They are there yet
Through these hundred centuries
And all your metal thunder
Has not silenced them.
The wind is messenger,
Heed the whispering spirit.
Now….the drums still talk,
From the grizzly bear hills,
Across the antelope plains,
In veins of your blood:
The heartbeat
Of the murdered Earth.