Mr. Glazer's Class

I was walking 
          through 
                  the hall 

"Balance"

In the style of Mary Oliver

The soli washed away by days of 
stream water tumbling, churning
the roots of plants
of trees
of ferns
of moss
are left to dangle
swaying

"Boastful brook, bubbling brook"

In the style of Mary Oliver

Boastful brook, bubbling brook,
how do you go on so carelessly?
The rocks stand stationary, as if
someone's condemned them to 

"The Road" 

In the style of Mary Oliver 

The river
washes all away 

What is not a silent force
becomes louder the more it cries

An inland in the center 
it sits lonely in the road 

"Hues Brook"

In the syle of Mary Oliver

An island hurls its mossy peaks to green heaven
Noble cliffs over sculpted water
Great monoliths you can sit on 
and so many pebblew cluster round

"Flowing & Free"

In the style of Mary Oliver

Winter has just melted away
into a cool spring.
A cool brook
certainly too cool
to wade in ~ stands amidst it all.
The brook makes a pleasant sight
for weary eyes