PoemThis Is My Rock
Author / PoetDavid McCord
TagsDiscovery, Evening, Nature, Solitude

This is my rock,
And here I run
To steal the secret of the sun;

This is my rock,
And here come I
Before the night has swept the sky;

This is my rock,
This is the place
I meet the evening face to face.

David McCord
David McCord
15 Dec 1897 - 13 Apr 1997
Region: North America
Period: Contemporary
Awards: Laura Ingalls Wilder Medal

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