The Ancient Tree Drummer

I hear him
Making holes again
Hollow places in dead trees
He’s very old, you know
Pterodactyl-like, I think

With his red crest
bobbing up and down
He seems very proud
Cocky, I’d say

His drilling stops
Oh, I hear him
Odd cuk wucka sounds
She makes him wait
I know he’s listening for her
Finally she returns his call
His pecking resumes

Strange fellow–
that pileated woodpecker
Feasting on ants and beetles
Deep in the old forest
where there is plenty of dead wood

The hollow tree is his drum, you know
He plays a driving beat
Latin rock, I think
He’s ancient, you know
I hope I see him

Andrew over at Past Tense reminded me of this old poem.

Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.

Biography Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling.  Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here. Contact Information Kosmos Consulting and Research website:  Visual Advantage Photography website: Flickr Photo Page here: Contact Don Iannone by email:

6 thoughts on “The Ancient Tree Drummer”

  1. I love watching woodpeckers–unless they’re cuka wuckaing on my house. Enjoyed!

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