A Poem For Today - Reading with Little Sister: A Recollection

[KEN DICKINSON]



Reading with Little Sister: A Recollection

The stars have died overhead in their great cold.

Beneath us the sled whispers along. Back there our mother is gone. They tell us, "If you hold on the dogs will take you home." And they tell us never to cry. We'll die too, they say, if we are ever afraid. All night we hold on.

The stars go down. We are never afraid.

William Stafford

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