Low A Dissonant Rumble Poem by James McLain

I knew when the candy by truck would arrived,
as a child it raddled,
looking for a copper or two.
When you became violently ill,
dusted tootsies,
wanting Tinna to sing, tunes too you
Ike could, as the rule as was it just, for a dollar.
Days when resonant distant thunder appeared,
heaven is that her wind, lightning would crack,
standing up I'm trying not to look down
and using a new found coin,
around the world she came back
and the bright yellow eye
when it rains and hot is the sun golden rays.