The Thunder Bolt Poem by Donna Young

The Thunder Bolt



As I go slowly up the hill
Bumping and rocking from side to side
Looking with a pale face
Down we go
Over the loop, fast as can be
That is the end of poor old me

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Donna Young

Donna Young

Cootamundra Australia
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