Flying Thunderhead Mountain Poem by Duane L. Herrmann

Flying Thunderhead Mountain



The sky-floor miles below,
earth lower still,
furrowed white plains
stretch to the horizon.

Rising from a pile of white
is Thunderhead Mountain,
gleaming white mountain –
a sight to behold.

Towering over the plains,
sometimes giving rain,
only glimpsed by a few:
a mountain range of thunderheads.

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Duane L. Herrmann

Duane L. Herrmann

Topeka, Kansas
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