swathed in its barren
the desolate wind
its lament to the
and the ice
stretching out into eternity
to be meadows
amongst its coloured
the warmth a balm
to all pains
now there’s only ice
© 2008 Tracy Hantke
Tracy Hantke is a grade eleven student who enjoys music, writing,
nature in general, and a few sports. She is intelligent (no, she's not
conceited), and is just ecstatic that she is almost done grade eleven.
Thank you God.
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