weather war

a thundering army
is descending from the north

[CLA-ASH}

[BA-BA-A-ANG]

a thundering army
drumming as it rides
my way

[BA-BOOM]

[BA-BOOM]

they light the sky
the clash their shields
a thunder of an army
with bolts of light
to hurl and heave

[TA-RA]

[TA-RA TA-RA]

the wind
runs before them [WOO-OO-OO]

oh-oh
the wind runs
before them

[WOO-OO-OO]

and then the rain

[TA-TI-TI-TI-TA-TA TA-TA]

[TA-TI-TI-TI-TA-TA TA-TA]

it’s battle on

[TA-TA TA-TA]

battle on


© Frank Prem, 2017

March 2017 Poem #23: on the green

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