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Ode to the Trumpet
The trumpet is a gift of Greece and Rome
Blown straight within the palaces of kings
Then curved into a circle for the wars
And finally folded in upon itself
No one knows when in bondage a hero
Took up a trumpet bold as brass, and said
“Trumpet, I bless you now with Africa”
And made it sing the winds of the Sahel
Layers of nations, cultures, dreams, and art:
The trumpet sings from the musician’s heart
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