Everything is silent,

Everything is still,

Animals forage for safety,

Until the silent dies off...

 

CRASH, BOOM, BANG, SIZZLE...

 

The sounds of loud destruction,

Rummage through the sky,

Like a stampede of bulldozers,

Straight through a forest...

 

Where animals scatter for protection,

from the loud, dark, mean, fierce danger...

 

Just waiting to strike,

Once a year.

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  1. River jordan

this is a rewrite of my other 4th Of July poem. but this ones longer

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