village verse
Thunder
I remember oh so vividly the feeling of fear,
Trapped in that plantation, while all around
I could feel that storm building drawing near,
Hear the still distant thunder cracking sound
As I huddled afraid under those silent trees
Waiting for the storm to break or move away.
Arms locked tightly around both knees.
Almost dark and not long gone midday.
Sheet lightning flashing,
Lighting up that grey sky.
Thunder crashing
Now seeming so close by.
The metal barrel of the twelve bore
Broken and unloaded lying there,
Maybe three feet away no more
In that charged electric air
Looming so large in my fear.
Dreading that it would be found
By the storm now almost here
And lure a charge to the ground.
Received wisdom would always says
In thunder the open is the place to be
But it had come so quickly that day
Catching me smoking under the trees.
I had seen smashed split trunks
Of storm struck trees
Leaning like petrified drunks
So what chance for me;
And then the rain came crashing down
Washing that still air fresh and clear
And sunlight appeared all around
Taking away the last of my fear;
And every single trace
Of fear's sweat
Washed by the rain on my face
As I walked home getting soaking wet
Trapped in that plantation, while all around
I could feel that storm building drawing near,
Hear the still distant thunder cracking sound
As I huddled afraid under those silent trees
Waiting for the storm to break or move away.
Arms locked tightly around both knees.
Almost dark and not long gone midday.
Sheet lightning flashing,
Lighting up that grey sky.
Thunder crashing
Now seeming so close by.
The metal barrel of the twelve bore
Broken and unloaded lying there,
Maybe three feet away no more
In that charged electric air
Looming so large in my fear.
Dreading that it would be found
By the storm now almost here
And lure a charge to the ground.
Received wisdom would always says
In thunder the open is the place to be
But it had come so quickly that day
Catching me smoking under the trees.
I had seen smashed split trunks
Of storm struck trees
Leaning like petrified drunks
So what chance for me;
And then the rain came crashing down
Washing that still air fresh and clear
And sunlight appeared all around
Taking away the last of my fear;
And every single trace
Of fear's sweat
Washed by the rain on my face
As I walked home getting soaking wet
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