THUNDER OF THE BUTTE

THUNDER OF THE BUTTE

 

The wind blew and the snow flew

And the driving wind stung

Your bare face with sleet and snow

Thunder Butte lost in fog of storm

 

The crack of splintering trees
Over the sound of these

Came the roar of avalanche

Rocks and snow and trees

 

Which direction  where

When all is lost in white nightmare

Horses stumbling falling blind

Cowboys injured in a failing mind

 

Suddenly the sun appears

Just in time blazing through the white

A gift from God

Cattle fall into the  trail for home

 

Now it`s Christmas time

No time to roam

Just a mile or so to go

Merry Christmas !

 

-----Eagle Cruagh  

Reviews

[Emily Rae]

you captured some great imagery in this piece eagle. a suspenseful read!

[Greg the Bard]

And to you my friend. Merry Christmas.

[No name]

Merry Christmas. I really like this poem, there was something about it that was unique. Great write.