THUNDER OF THE BUTTE
A Poem by Eagle Cruagh
THUNDER OF THE BUTTE
The wind blew and the snow flew
And the driving wind stung
Your bare face with sleet and snow
Thunder Butte lost in fog of storm
The crack of splintering trees
Over the sound of these
Over the sound of these
Came the roar of avalanche
Rocks and snow and ice
Which direction where
When all is lost in white nightmare
Horses stumbling falling blind
Cowboys injured in a failing mind
Suddenly the sun appears
Just in time blazing through the white
A gift from God
Cattle fall into the trail for home
Now it`s Christmas time
No time to roam
Just a mile or so to go
Merry Christmas !
-----Eagle Cruagh
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