The rush was all over.
The noise was the beating of the drums.
Here they all came a marching.
In every direction at the same time.
It was the gathering of the clans.
The Elders were in front.
Each called to those behind.
By age the got in line.
Rapidly the filed inline.
It was the gathering of the Clans.
All gathere were a watching.
They roamed across the grass noll.
The only marched for a short time.
Stearing clear with a wide path for,
It was the gathering of the Clan.
Soon the were dancing under the moon.
And the flutes were joinong in.
Big geese were making an arch,
A cross the evening sky.
It was the gathering of the Clan
Tonight there was to be a wedding.
The joining of two Clans.
This they hoped would be,
More than a joining of two hands,
A Great gathering of the Clans
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