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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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
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