Author Franz Boas I am the thunder of my tribe. I am the seamonster of my tribe. I am the earthquake of my tribe. When I start to fly the thunder resounds through the world. When I am maddened, the voice of the seabear resounds through the world. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments