Jerome L. McElroy

Saint Mary's College

Notre Dame, Indiana 46556

(219) 284-4488



A single clump along a sloping hill

tumbles forward like a fountain

falling to the valley floor.

How the boughs askew

spear morning air--

a frothy windrow rolling wild

against a somber lawn-green sea.

Could we have known

how these roots loosely thrown

would break the earth apart

and shake the meadow's sleep

careening through the empty hollow

like a summer child's unbridled laughter?


*Accepted in Sunstone (1997).