The Pond is Freezing

words by Hunter Sandlin

Te pond is freezing From edge to center Te ice is creeping Overcoming every drop

“Tou shall not move,” the ice demands As the water’s temperature drops Each drop teetering on the edge of 32 35, 34, 33… Painfully sitting on edge 35, 34, 33… What it is fghting, it is becoming

But in the distance stands a crane Huddled, burrowed in his chest Feet frmly planted in the marsh turned icy slush

In the midst of the warfare 35, 34, 33… His stand remains frm 35, 34, 33… Tis is his war, his pond, and he shan’t be overcome For the fre in his veins need not fear 32