First Grade

By Ron Koertge b. 1940 Ron Koertge
Until then, every forest
had wolves in it, we thought
it would be fun to wear snowshoes
all the time, and we could talk to water.
So who is this woman with the gray
breath calling out names and pointing
to the little desks we will occupy
for the rest of our lives?

Poem copyright ©2008 by Ron Koertge, whose most recent book of poems is Fever, Red Hen Press, 2006. Reprinted by permission of Ron Koertge.

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Poet Ron Koertge b. 1940


Subjects Living, Youth, Activities, School & Learning, Nature, Animals

Poetic Terms Free Verse

 Ron  Koertge


Poet and young-adult novelist Ron Koertge grew up in rural Olney, Illinois, and received a BA from the University of Illinois and an MA from the University of Arizona.
Comfortable in both free verse and received form, Koertge writes poetry marked by irreverent yet compassionate humor and a range of personas and voices. He has published numerous collections of poetry, including the ghazal collection Indigo (2009), Fever (2006), . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Youth, Activities, School & Learning, Nature, Animals


Poetic Terms Free Verse

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