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Thundore's Quest

Sound of trumpets,
Could be heard,
In the vast horizon,
Of the Savannah world.

Dust from his feet,
Thundore the bull,
Leads the herd.

Ears like banners,
Flapping in the wind,
Tusks that glisten,
In Savanah sun.

With one great blast,
Thundore leads the way,
To the great watering hole,
Down the way.

In the distance,
Thundore did see,
The great watering hole,
Glistening in the sun.

From his mighty trunk,
One long blast,
Commanding the herd,
To the blue gold nearby.

In the water,
Thundore drank the gold,
Splashing on his gray hide,
As well.

When his refreshing bath.
Was done,
Thundore made his way,
Back to the Savannah trees,
Keeping cool in the breeze.

Waiting there,
To go,
That great watering hole,
Of blue gold once more.

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Hi Walt77, your poem is so powerful. It transmits the beauty and extraordinary sights and scenes of Africa beautifully. I love it, especially the leader, the elephant Thundore. The line below is perfect, as is the whole poem.

Thundore made his way,
Back to the Savannah trees,
Keeping cool in the breeze.

Thanks for sharing this with us, Gracy

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