Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco
Biography of Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco
Born in a magical place, north over the U.S. border of the scenic Canadian horizon, I realized at a very young age, as I traveled across this wide expanse of
unpopulated farmland, river's and huge mountains it occurred to me, that this is a special place.
Immigrated to the United States in 1977, to Brooklyn, New York, after marrying my American husband, John Grieco. Life in Brooklyn, N.Y. was especially difficult, for concrete was everywhere, and nature was nowhere! It took 13 years and six children later, for us to relocate to Saylorsburg, Pennsylvania. This land has inspired me, for the flora and fauna, is especially wonderous and diversified! My family was happy in the natural setting of Pennsylvania. Though, the rolling hills of Kunkletown could send one into a state of esctacy in an instant! I wish to live my life in the rural setting of mountain's and fresh air, whether it is in Pennsylvania or New York State, with it's majestic mountians and rolling hills. God Bless America and Canada for it's intrinsic beauty, and I pray and hope, man won't squander it, but respect it's natural resources, and use them wisely!
Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco Poems
Oh! Beautiful sky, Embrace me with your eyes So that I may see What is transient of thee;
Oh! My dear precious dog I must stop to pause And look into your daunting eyes That render me feeling loved
David was a simple country boy, Who gave us so much love and joy. For his presence is always felt Among the busy days events.
The Seventeen Year Itch
The cecada eternal humming returns To us after being buried so long. It runs incessantly day and night Like an old fan belt in a car.
As I gaze into your eyes, your cool mystique reveals your sensuality, that I being to dream of your arms intertwined about me. My spirit begins to dwell within your soul. You capture all of me and your breath becomes mine. Heat begins to rise in my insides. The curve of your body envelopes my mind; I reach to touch you to hear you moan with passion; Silky, smooth skin beneath my finger tips sends goose bumps all over my body. The scent of your hair reminds me of
A poet's thoughts may be Fraught with complexity, But his similarities keep him
We must stand tall in times of adversity Fight for the rights of our children, Love them through their failures Bring our hearts close to theirs,
Friends are special to me, For without them, I just wouldn't be. They bring you up,
Exercise gives you a high From endorphins, That comes in tides.
Flowers Of Love
Your love for me gingerly dances Like a hovering bumble bee With all it's ups and downs I've finally come around
Watching you sift through a garbage can, I wonder if poverty is close at hand? Hurried thoughts of hunger pangs
Dense fog swurls upwards to the Blue azure sky, as I watch in amazement As nature exposes her delicate side. Furling, dancing ribblons of vapor
Hunched over a garbage pail,
A beggar chews scraps of bread.
The city the never sleeps,
Swallows souls that can't eat.
Frigid night, as wind sweeps
Across city's howling streets,
Festive spirit crushed beneath
Soles of the passer-by,