 Kelsey Lyn Snyder
"It is not length of life, but depth of life. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson"
Quiet River Near the meadow, past the trees sits a quiet river. Over the rocks it slides. Through the sand it trickles. Under the ground it whispers, "Quiet, Quiet." Between the plants it glides. Over the hillside, Beyond the eye can see, it sleeps and Flows so gracefully, whispering "Quiet River!" This is a poem I wrote in 5th grade, and it was published in a collection of young authors. To this day it is still my favorite, and means so many things to me at different times in my life. |
