Blue hills, along the horizon hugging,
Like a mountain range in mist,
Lightning flashing, thunder crashing,
Part of God's almighty fist.
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Ernestine, again this is very good indeed short but oh so evocative. brilliant! Bill M
Beautiful. It reminds me a lot of one of my father's watercolours. Enough said.
A poem with a lovely flow despite the stormy content, and I dug the bird ending.
Brilliant! ! ! ! just Brillliant! ! ! Love Duncan