The snow settled
on the hills
beside the stream.
As a child
I splashed in the water
and collected stones
from the bottom.
In the winter
we would jump across
and see who
would fall first.
The stream was
where I relaxed
and dreamed.
Even on the coldest days
the sun is shining,
and the water sparkles.
Sometimes I'm alone.
Sometimes I bring my sister,
or my best friend.
I feel safe there,
even when the snow takes over,
even when the sunsets.
The stream is
where I escape
and think.
Painting by Marion Hoyt (my great-grandmother)
This poem feels so real. I love how you first described the stream as it looked in the picture and then went on to describe different memories and experiences. I also really enjoy the short stanzas; they feel like snapshots, glimpses of one moment like the painting is.
ReplyDeleteIt was such a great idea for you to write your poem based on your great-grandmother's painting! Your piece is very creative and flows nicely.
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