March 14, 2018
By Gracie Newman BRONZE, Joliet, Illinois
Gracie Newman BRONZE, Joliet, Illinois
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 It was dangerous water

Yet dry, Desolate, and daring me to continue

From the dangerous sky
Came fear as sharp as lightning
And thunder, thunder that scrapes and saws
As though the work of an evil child
It must be raw apprentices who experiment
But take their customs elsewhere if they don't get it
Such dazzling uncertainty
It created shyness that tore viscously at the heart

This is where the map should fold

As though an explosion of dazzling jewels
Glare and glow full of beauty
Beauty that brought clarity
The night somehow friendlier than the day
The starlight beautiful
As capturing as the descending sun
A shining star
And a spraying fountain
Better than before
It was consuming, comforting, captivating
It was safe 

The author's comments:

it is a connotation poem of two experts, 

travels with charlie by: John steinbeck and 

A toast to the oldest inhabitant: The weather of New England

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