
“Yearly, the feathered tempest roared up, down, and across the continent, sucking up the laden fruits of forest and prairie, burning them in a traveling blast of life….Today the oaks still flaunt their burden at the sky, but the feathered lightning is no more.”
“Yearly, the feathered tempest roared up, down, and across the continent, sucking up the laden fruits of forest and prairie, burning them in a traveling blast of life….Today the oaks still flaunt their burden at the sky, but the feathered lightning is no more.”