Glacier
A frozen blue river
stiff with cold,
crunches forward,
tears into mountains,
swallows the earth,
leaves rumbling round rocks,
in a wide, smooth bed,
to trickle into a green river
and cool my toes.
Lorie Ann Grover, 1999
A frozen blue river
stiff with cold,
crunches forward,
tears into mountains,
swallows the earth,
leaves rumbling round rocks,
in a wide, smooth bed,
to trickle into a green river
and cool my toes.
Lorie Ann Grover, 1999
This was my first published poem in Cricket Magazine, June 1999! Photo of Mt. Rainier by Emily Kay Grover.
I love Cricket Magazine! And the poem is lovely - no wonder it got published. :)
ReplyDeleteI remember when you came to SCBWI to speak about verse novels, and you mentioned you had first found success selling poetry to magazines and returned to it in your novels. I took away courage from those words! And look at what a beautiful mark you have made on the world.
ReplyDeleteYou both are so kind. :~) I'm happy you took courage, Holly. Look at you!
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