I Ride The Thunder

Way up here, the view quite clear
Atop the mount of Thunder

Black as night, I hold on tight
Each time I ride the Thunder

Crashing sound, rumbling ground
When static created Thunder

In my mind, a wondrous time
Again, I ride the Thunder

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In my youth, I attended summer camp at Camp Storer on Stony Lake near Napoleon, Michigan.  The camp provided numerous enjoyable activities including swimming, sailing, rifle shooting, archery, and more.  However, for me, one activity stood out above all the others.  Every morning after breakfast in the mess hall, I would head directly to the stables.  Each day, I would ride the same large black horse — the horse named Thunder.

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Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille #151, where Mish is hosting and asked us to pen a quadrille using the word static.

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