jaqui.eicherJun 15, 20201 min readSpeak of SpringThe calm greenacross the ridge evincesslow, thoughtful rest.The trees speak ofspring, even in the rain.I would regret hearinga sound now unlessit was that of a hawk's callacross the canyon.
The calm greenacross the ridge evincesslow, thoughtful rest.The trees speak ofspring, even in the rain.I would regret hearinga sound now unlessit was that of a hawk's callacross the canyon.
Fourth GradeThis is the age I learned that I could not erase my mistakes in a way that created a neat, pointed eraser like Natalie could. In many ways, this is the age I first remember disappointment--the disappo