Andrea Dietrich Poet Quatrain

How Wounded Thunder Earned His Name

You stand on "Wounded Thunder's” hallowed ground.

                He boomed such boastful tales  that fearless chief!

                There was no brave as clever to be found

                until he met the source of all his grief.

                There came a one who all his tricks would tell,

                and this is where he made his greatest blunder.

                The minx so bold who knew him all too well

                he married, . . . . and her name was "Stealing Thunder."

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Bl Devnath December 13, 2013 at 10:54 AM Loved your funny poem. Congrats on your win. Sorry for late. Loved always, bl

Phyllis Babcock December 4, 2013 at 7:40 PM This one made me chuckle. Nicely done. Look I have gotten to Nov. on your poems.. I am so behind on reading and commenting. love phyl

Sara Kendrick November 29, 2013 at 12:31 PM Congrats on your winning work..Way to go!!!Sara

Shanity Rain November 26, 2013 at 3:40 PM Thank-you for entering and gifting me with a favorite, I now..am just realizing who wrote it ! If I would have known ..I may have moved you up a notch , sometimes , in fact, all times..it is just good not to know, in contest . Like the others , it is amazing. Shanity Rain November 26, 2013 at 3:41 PM I hope you know ..I thought it was a winner to !

Kiran Bantawa November 26, 2013 at 7:22 AM CONGRATS ON YOUR WIN!

Tim Ryerson November 26, 2013 at 4:34 AM Well Andrea, I KNEW this had to place somewhere in the contest...You said you wrote another one about this? Fixin to go find it...Congrats - Tim

Poet Destroyer A November 25, 2013 at 9:48 PM Well Andrea, I guess you made the list after all. This one put a smile on my face. I have no idea why she did this? She, refuse to remove my poem. But found it easy to place all left over poems, 11-15. Yeah... You made the list, you are right above my poem.. I am happy I made the list after all....luv~ Linda

Lucilla Carrillo November 6, 2013 at 9:01 AM I'm glad that I came back to read this. I loved it. thanks for sharing.... Lucilla

Jack Horne November 3, 2013 at 10:28 AM love this fun write too, my friend. Did she have thunder thighs? LOL (we say that for big legs)

Monterey Sirak November 3, 2013 at 8:50 AM Creative and such fun to read!

Matthew Anish November 2, 2013 at 3:37 PM I like this one because it is about Native Americans. There is a native American fair in Brooklyn and I always go to it. There is dancing. crafts, and a healing circle. At the last one I joined in the dance. I believe that you have invented an interesting character here. Great nave! Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Jon A Cavanaugh November 2, 2013 at 2:17 PM Love these poems. How many in this saga. You have such wonderful wit.

Len Gasun November 2, 2013 at 5:13 AM A very wonderful and so entertaining to read this amazing tale/poem of yours my very dear friend Andrea. So much delighted to read it this afternoon;)))) Two thumbs up! I miss to read your poems already. so glad to stop by here this afternoon. Thank you so much for sharing! By the way, belated thanks ( a lot) also for the nice comments on my blog and everything! Have a wonderful day always! love much and biggest hugs, Leonora

Charmaine Chircop November 2, 2013 at 2:45 AM It was nice to read this creative poem sweet lady. Now im going to read the one which follows.Ynks for getting my attention re the plural thing.When in my mind I try to translate a thought from maltese to english..That s what happens : )I fixed it now.

Liam Mcdaid November 1, 2013 at 5:22 PM a delight and beautifully penned

Bl Devnath November 1, 2013 at 2:49 PM Beautiful humorous poem enjoyed. You have chosen the right girl for right boy. Wonderful picture of their family. You have created the fact nicely, my lovely friend. Loved always, bl

Debbie Guzzi November 1, 2013 at 11:45 AM Me, if it's my acct. it's me I hate when the judge asked for the poets name, so when the mood strikes me I use pen names ;) Glad you like it. Dauphne Rising means Victory Rising! aahhhh HA shooosh don't tell anyone!

Sandra Adams November 1, 2013 at 9:51 AM love the humorous ending of this piece... this was a fun read...nicely crafted poem andrea :)

Daver Austin November 1, 2013 at 9:27 AM She had to wound him to steal him, right? Duh. This is clever, dear Andrea. Me call you Tiger Eye. Love, daver

Tim Ryerson November 1, 2013 at 4:20 AM Oh yeah Andrea!...What a surprising and hilarious ending you came up with! ( I wonder if he ever got his thunder back?)

Richard D Seal October 31, 2013 at 10:55 PM Men, the weaker sex, Will we ever learn haha, this was both brave and clever Petal, now I can see why you're a chief writer here, another great squaw(rl) from you hahaha.Take care, Richard

Donna Jones October 31, 2013 at 7:46 PM Hhaaa....I was expecting a serious one....what a nice surprise......delightful Andrea.....

David Fisher October 31, 2013 at 6:09 PM That deserves two laughs up! Fun story that parallels life so well.

Anne-Lise Andresen October 31, 2013 at 1:27 PM - ha,ha,ha .... good one and creative Andrea !!! - oxox // Anne-Lise :))))

Sara Kendrick October 31, 2013 at 12:04 PM Cute one..I guess their children were a mix of Wounded and Stealing maybe Wealed...Enjoyed reading this one..Got a chuckle..Sara

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