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I am a mother, a teacher, and a nature lover. I grew up on a mountain we called Owls' Knob in the Ozarks of Arkansas. The first seven years of my life were spent living in a log cabin, far from a store or streetlight, without electricity or running water and after twenty years of travel, I returned to the abondoned homestead. Now I live on a hill by a small lake and work at a public garden. These are stories about nature written from a women deeply influenced by place.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

It's in disguise

I want to share this little poem with you today during this winter weather, poem I wrote almost 20 years ago. This was written by a 10 year old Roslyn...

_It's in disguise


Falling like miniature crystals from the sky,

From way, way far up high,

A comforter over the ground,

Still without a sound.


Glistening in the sun,

Meaning tons of fun,

Like slipping and sliding,

Or make things when it's only gliding.


It is so freezing cold

To go in it without a coat you must be bold.

Even though it is white

It makes you red with frostbite.


But it has a secret deep down inside,

A secret it doesn’t really hide,

Deep down inside

It is water in disguise.


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