James Fraser Poet Rhyme

Bullroarer

In the quiet of the day
I hear a roaring on the winds
It's like the wild horses
Aired notes being pinned
 
An Aerofoil, with slats of wood
Aerodynamics in tune,
Whistling
Below the moon
 
My brothers down under
In vibrato sound
This Bullroarer of the past
On their tribal lands
 
This amazing piece
From many a ground
The Ukraine, Scotland
Native American sounds



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Moonbee Canady September 14, 2009 at 2:40 PM Oh... I Like This very much... It's very Scenic... puts you right there on the prarie... MoonBee

Jayne Eggins September 5, 2009 at 11:59 PM Clever clever write my friend ... ;) and I hear the calls of natures home wonderful write .. love and hugz Jayne x x

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen September 5, 2009 at 11:24 AM James, I love to hear those horns roaring on all of the "ancient life" movies. And I've run in the hills (MANY years ago) of Texas where Native Americans lived and roamed, too. I have felt a connection there. And that's where I shouted my first primal yell and felt the freedom... running in the wild. I enjoyed this poem, James.

Ashe Kristy De La Keur Scoville September 5, 2009 at 9:05 AM Wonderful as always and thank you so much....makes me wonder what you will think when or if you read Pleasure Or Pain?.....The Southern Belle....Kristy De La Keur

James Marshall Goff September 5, 2009 at 5:10 AM thanks for taking the time to enjoy my poem! James!...many happy returns! we say in the 'rang world!....jim

Sara Kendrick September 5, 2009 at 4:34 AM Nice discription of a boomerang. I have heard the sound and it does sing. Sara

Raul Moreno September 5, 2009 at 1:29 AM Loved the last stanza, great work James...Raul

Karla Null September 4, 2009 at 10:25 PM Very unique piece of work, now that I know what a bullroarer is, your discription is very vivid, sounds like fun....Karla

September 4, 2009 at 8:32 PM The title intrigued me. Wonderful use of sound images forward your thoughts in a creative way. I like the way the first and last lines work together--gives the poem a connected feel. Thank you for sharing this one with us and for your kind comments. Have a wonderful weekend. Karen

James Marshall Goff September 4, 2009 at 8:09 PM good on yer! Mate! Strine-alike!...I belong to the USBA (United States Boomerang Association) and have 4-bullroarers in my kit! I always begin a throwing session by honoring the four-winds with my bullroarers, if they sing, I proceed! I love boomerang poetry! if time permits, visit my poem-'Autumn Wind'..a true story! love this poem of yours, Highlander!...Jim