Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,193 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Children Of Crystal - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Lets hide in the snow with the children
Of crystal because there are games only they can know;
They are as white as we should be, when we are
And the door is open and coughing in snow,
And we should like to learn all the words there ought to’
Be for snow,
And the children know;
So leave your warm and plumbed bed,
And come with me outside, a cold rind crystallizing in
Your head,
Through the amber passageways overhead that the
Scientists just invented,
But we should go all the way past them:
All the way past our village and along the footpaths the
Wolves like to know,
And find our way holding hands, deep in the dreamy ways
Of the speechless crooked woods,
To kiss and play with our playmates of crystal,
To finally lie down in our ultimate beds in the snow,
A place so secret not even the owls know,
In the playgrounds of the children of crystal.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 23, 2009

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