Monday, September 10, 2012

Mr Berndt's poetic thoughts about the latest nocturnal thunderstorm ...

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WE WERE WAKENED FROM OUR SLUMBER
EARLY ONE SEPTEMBER MORN
BY THE MURMER OF THE THUNDER
OF A SUDDEN SUMMER STORM
ITS FURY MOUNTED SLOWLY
THEN AS ONLY NATURE MAY
THE RAPID LIGHTNING FLASHES
TURNED THE NIGHT BACK INTO DAY
THE INSTANT CLAP OF THUNDER
(AS WE SNUGGLED IN OUR BED)
GAVE PROOF BEYOND ALL QUESTION
THAT THE STORM WAS OVERHEAD
AND THEN AS IF BY MAGIC
EVERY TRACE OF IT WAS GONE
AND WE DRIFTED BACK TO SLUMBER
IN THIS PLACE CALLED AROWHON
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