Ice Memories Poem by John McCornack

Ice Memories



In Oklahoma where hot reigns supreme
It's strange to see ice covering our fields
This brings much moxie and excitement
To those who see life through windshields

From long ago abandoned family homes
To a steer in the field, we view with pride
Computers now filled with ice memories
That will serve new pioneers as a guide

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Etebom Ekpo 20 May 2007

It's ice, it's beautiful. it's about being creative to capture what others have seen in a why nobody does. and to transform it in to a piece of art to make one smile or cry. It's beautiful, Etebom

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