My Drumsticks

These two precious sticks
were the first I ever had.
They were given to me by my cousin,
a drummer too at that.
They bring much joy and excitement,
I've never felt before,
like the smile of a baby,
or money on the floor.
When I hear the crash of cymbals,
or the boom of the big bass drum,
it reminds me of good times,
Like playing on the drums.
They create a feeling of happiness,
One quite hard to acquire,
Like playing with a small brown dog,
or seeing a cute tree frog.