Tuesday, May 3, 2005
The Thunderer Comments
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I stand still among the blowing grasses
And north, the growing rumble passes
A thundering of hooves upon the plain
A cloud of dust rises, no wind can contain
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7/21/2025 8:21:09 AM # 1.0.0
Ivy loved your poem, The Thunders are Native American spiritual beings and horses, Beautiful combination. I would recommend reading your Poem to your self a few times out loud. I noticed what I call a hicup in your poem. Unless you intentionaly changed the rythum of your poem. Rythum is when a poem just flows from your lips as you read it. Try it you will see what I mean. Nice job ******