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Thunder God

Thunder God Mighty, mighty Thunder Being; Spread your wings with delight. Be a beacon for a dark world; Make your storms tonight. Dance in lightning; Soar with grace. Make loud thunder; In electric haste. Awaken the masses; charge their energies. Guard over your peoples; From land and seas. Shake things up; Create your chaos. Let the whole world know; That you are BOSS! God of Thunder, Ancient Warrior; Keeper of the sky. Hear my call, answer my prayer; The Cherokee shall never die! By: Darlene Doll Smith

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 7/3/2015 7:46:00 AM
So many times, Darlene, I have stood at a door or window to watch a storm, and said, "You go, God. Show them who's boss! Loved this poem.
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Date: 5/25/2015 8:24:00 AM
Excellent poem, Darlene; the Cherokee must never die.
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