With percussive force, hear me as I roar. The sound starts at the strike on skin, Reverberates through my bones and body, And rides out from me in waves. You'll always find me taut in sheer anticipation And with the right rhythm, I will dictate the march- Man, movement, heart Music, time, meaning What am I?

You stare at me while I spin your food, as if supervision makes me work faster.

Foundation extended, Some open ended, Wrap around with a swing, or in screen defended. Leave on the light, When coming home, A package does nest, Left on me, both your own.

The closest thing to a wizards wand, When put into the right hand. Wether for fruit, a person, or land.

Blocks for Noelle And a punch to the face for mike