ThunderA Poem by Rorke Hardy"If you ain't first, you're last"My favorite part of the storm is the thunder Unappreciated, and unloved Chasing after his brighter brother Banging his drums for attention He does not awe, he does not shock But simply annoys and grumbles in the sky Warning us too late of his siblings mischief He just wants to be known Strives so hard to be first When he knows he will be last I can sympathize © 2011 Rorke Hardy |
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