Thunder Poem by horace p sternwall

Thunder



i sat down and wrote a poem
it was not very good
i tried hard to explain myself
but no one understood

i went out in the garden
to watch the flowers grow
but the rain began to fall
and the wind began to blow

i went back inside my house
and lay down on my bed
and passionate thoughts of love and war
thundered through my head

Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: despair
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