The Art of Creeks, a poem by Lyle Loder Friedman

Here’s a prize-winning poem by a third-grade student from the 1996 River of Words Art and Poetry Contest.   The River of Words is a great program.

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The Art of Creeks

When the sun sets

the creek turns

shiny yellow

which I paint.

When the moon

is in the sky

the creek is shiny white

which I paint.

 

Slithering water

keeps going,

keeps going

While under

the water,

the shiny gold rocks

live.

The water is their blanket.

 

The creek of coldness

shakes your hand

as it turns

blue.

Quickly, I pull out

with cold

ripples

where I was.

 

The winter chills

the quiet creek.

That blizzard

rushed away

the noise.

I need the

Spring to come.

 

By:  Lyle Loder Friedman, 1996

Grade 3, Albington Friends School

Wyndmoor, Pennsylvania

(Delaware River watershed)

Grand Prize poetry winner (one of four)

1996 River of Words Poetry and Art Contest

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