Alyce M. Nielson Poems

As the glacier melts; clean, clear, cold water
swiftly runs down the rocky creek bed; spills
over the side of cliffs as water falls; scrambles
over pile of boulders as rapids and flows under
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Words are treasures that should not be misused.
When we choose to express ourselves words are
the tools that we use. Words can tell a story about
the past, spread the news of a current event or
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The raven walked up the handrail to where he would hop onto the low
branch of the tree. He turned around, cocked his head, then looked at
me. A drop of rain fell on his beak. He shook it off and then he glanced
toward the sea. A wall of rain was coming our way so he walked deeper
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