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Poetry-Nature


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Rain

I like to think That when it rains, the thunder encloses our small city In a soft gray blanket. We are cut off from the complications and distractions Of the outside world And all there is Has been And ever will be Is the white noise of rain. I like to think That when it drip-drops down from the leaves Showing us the simple beauties Of ripples in puddles And quiet crackles of bright yellow, It wraps us up tight in that blanket. It rocks us to sleep, Content in the misty gray fog And the pitter-patter of rain, The low rumbles of thunder and the golden lightning. Celie Kreilkamp, 12Bloomington, Indiana


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Rain

I like to think That when it rains, the thunder encloses our small city In a soft gray blanket. We are cut off from the complications and distractions Of the outside world And all there is Has been And ever will be Is the white noise of rain. I like to think That when it drip-drops down from the leaves Showing us the simple beauties Of ripples in puddles And quiet crackles of bright yellow, It wraps us up tight in that blanket. It rocks us to sleep, Content in the misty gray fog And the pitter-patter of rain, The low rumbles of thunder and the golden lightning. Celie Kreilkamp, 12Bloomington, Indiana


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Evening on the Fish Pond

The fish pond lies embraced By a cradle of stillness . . . Gentle autumn winds Rustle through its lacy reeds, Rippling the cool water, Caressing the banks As tenderly as a finger on a rose. Rushes adorned with Shimmering water-pearl dresses Bend over the still water, Peering at a wavy reflection of A gold and crimson sky. The soft blanket of night Gently lays its cheek onto the pond As sounds of crickets herald A warm, serene night. Danny Musher, 11Bethesda, Maryland