Rolling Thunder Poem by John McCornack
Rolling Thunder
Down through the hills and hollers
They traveled at a breakneck speed
None of the wild buffaloes were safe
From their hot pursuit to succeed
Ground would shake like thunder
As if time stood still in a tribal dream
It was a taste of what life could be
If distance pasts were still the routine
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