Winter on the Plains: Ridges in Constant Motion
The snow is an ocean, vast and deep,
And through the winter its vigil keeps.
Shipwrecked trucks lay sideways, stranded,
Grasping for help, empty-handed.
Ridges build and ridges fall:
White like foam, standing tall,
Then the wind comes whistling, tearing,
Drags down ridges overbearing,
Only to build them once again,
In constant motion till winter’s end.
(Also, check out this essay I wrote for Story Warren about The Velveteen Rabbit.)
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Gail Myers
Hannah, I loved the poem. And I really loved your essay on the Velveteen Rabbit. I remember reading it to you when you and Kelsey were little, but now I have a whole new appreciation for it. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Hannah
Thank you, Gail! I remember you reading it to me and Kels. It was so great to re-read it as an adult!
Kelsey
Sis, did you take that picture?? I love it!! It’s so pretty!
Hannah
I did! Thanks sis :).