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.
3 comments:
I love Cricket Magazine! And the poem is lovely - no wonder it got published. :)
I 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.
You both are so kind. :~) I'm happy you took courage, Holly. Look at you!
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