This is a poem that I wrote in high school about one of the many trips my family and I took from Texas to Ohio to see my grandparents. It is about looking out of the car window and watching the rows in the fields pass by. I entered it in a contest in junior college. It was published in America Sings, a publication of the National Poetry Association, Los Angeles, in 1961.
Icy fields where grain was sown,
Gentle slopes where leave have blown
Forming frosty patterns when it rains and freezes over.
Silver dripping from the leaves,
When the frost clings to the trees
Forming crystal chandeliers in frozen fields of clover.
Stone cold moonlight makes them glitter,
And the air around is bitter
Making firm the film of frost across the countryside.
Night's soft blanket folds around us,
Gently wraps us, gently lulls us,
Tries to hush our running feet across the countryside.
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