Riding Out The Thunder Storm

Written by Line Monique Gauthier |
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The poor little thing, he was just a’shivering

Scared right out of his wits I’d see him jolting

Bewildered, seeking strong arms to hold him tight

To make him feel a little safe and calm his fright


Though at times I’d feel earth’s sudden trembling

To me t’was but torrential rains with bolts of lightning

Everyone knows I’m deaf since birth just like my aunt

But my dear little dog didn’t buy my being nonchalant


He shivered violently with those pitiful large eyes

As viciously outside the storm continued to terrorize

I took my pooch into my loving arms, got warm

Curled up and together waited out the storm


Tried to appease his pounding heart

Confident was he we’d never be apart



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Author: Line Monique Gauthier
I started writing poetry as a teenager and the passion for it flourished since retiring. I also dabble in photography, watercolour and acrylics. I created what I call Flash Memory Therapy. I am an active member of Haiku Canada and PoetrySoup.com. My poetry is down-to-earth and meant to be understood as opposed to impress with hifalutin words.
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