The Sound Of The Trump Poem by Spock the Vegan
The Sound Of The Trump
An earthquake rattled Salt Lake City
No deaths but one thing is a pity
On top of the temple an angel stands
Holding a trumpet high in his hands
The rocking and rolling made the bugle fall
Scraping and bouncing into the stone wall
And surely making a clang and a thump
And that's what I call the sound of the trump
Perhaps a warning of things yet to come
Like Elizabeth's husband who was struck dumb
And spoke nary a word 'till the child was born
But next time the sound may be like a bullhorn
16 For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first:
17 Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.
An earthquake rattled Salt Lake City No deaths but one thing is a pity On top of the temple an angel stands Holding a trumpet high in his hands. city, pity, hands and stands. wonderful rhythmic. tony
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5/6/2024 9:55:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice rhymes, good use of couplets. I personally felt the earthquake that rocked the Salt Lake City area, even though I live about twenty miles away. I also felt several of the aftershocks. Just like Ronnie, whose comment is below, I was drawn to the poem by the title, thinking it would about you-know-who.