Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco
Biography of Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco
Born in a magical place, north over the U.S. border of the scenic Canadian horizon, I realized at a very young age, as I traveled across this wide expanse of
unpopulated farmland, river's and huge mountains it occurred to me, that this is a special place.
Immigrated to the United States in 1977, to Brooklyn, New York, after marrying my American husband, John Grieco. Life in Brooklyn, N.Y. was especially difficult, for concrete was everywhere, and nature was nowhere! It took 13 years and six children later, for us to relocate to Saylorsburg, Pennsylvania. This land has inspired me, for the flora and fauna, is especially wonderous and diversified! My family was happy in the natural setting of Pennsylvania. Though, the rolling hills of Kunkletown could send one into a state of esctacy in an instant! I wish to live my life in the rural setting of mountain's and fresh air, whether it is in Pennsylvania or New York State, with it's majestic mountians and rolling hills. God Bless America and Canada for it's intrinsic beauty, and I pray and hope, man won't squander it, but respect it's natural resources, and use them wisely!
Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco Poems
Seeds Of Hope
In strength, I see my mother, Holding strong to her convictions; Loving truth and justice; Loving her children to no end,
A poet's thoughts may be Fraught with complexity, But his similarities keep him
The hills are forever rolling with it's dusty Dirt roads, leading to the great hemlock forests. Deer are grazing in the open corn fields not Understanding man's intolerance for their presence.
Scars Of War
Scars of War You say your calling was the Marines, But yet your life remains apart at the seams.
Judgement I fear your judgement Oh Lord! When I see what has taken place
We are sisters together, hand in hand, Forever, timless moments that we've shared, Of sad and happy memories That surface with each passing birthday.
Daisies so delicate and free flowing; Sitting in a transparent glass vase, Like our lasting love, free flowing And clear of any falsehoods;
Love Moves Mountains
Oh! How I long for your tender touch, Your emulating sweetness, ravishing me all about, Oh! How I long for you, my Prince, Remember me in your sleep tonight,
Hunched over a garbage pail, A beggar chews scraps of bread. The city the never sleeps, Swallows souls that can't eat.
Snow is drifting Shadows are lifting Winds a howl Chimney cowled
Dare I Question Why?
Dare I question why You've chosen a path Of profanity? Maybe it's due to the
Where Has Our Love Gone?
Where has our love gone? Have you forgotten how fragile love is? Or is it just a game for you to soar, Watching how much pain a life can endure,
We must stand tall in times of adversity Fight for the rights of our children, Love them through their failures Bring our hearts close to theirs,
Life to me, is like the sweet breath of the morning dew ready to renew
all of nature's needs. Life to me, is a new born babe gasping and
whimpering for more air. Life to me, is watching children at play,
running and fighting to be heard. Life to me, is beholding Mother Earth's splendid beauty unfolding before my eyes. Life to me, is being unbound to life's strugle for perfectionism and the accumulation of material possesions. Life to me is the freedom to do good or evil. Life to me, is