Mystic Drums of Mei San Mountain: When I was a young girl.

When I was a young girl,
The sound of the deer skin drums
Would echo down the mountain.
The bodies of the drums made from the solid
oaks of trees felled to make way for the Mansions once seen on the hillside.

When I was a young girl I played the drum with special sticks, made from the antlers of the
hidden buck, the ones with scales and color that could prance along the  river of time
in and out of the past as if stepping in and out of the brush, whose body could only be taken
by the spiritual bamboo spears and skin prepped with the knives forged in a kiln
in the caves by the railroad on anvils made of the railway ties.

Our drums were special.
Our art was special.
and now you two girls will learn the art that I learned here on this mountain as a young girl.

But first you must take the hairband oath.