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
A poet's thoughts may be Fraught with complexity, But his similarities keep him
Love Moves Mountains
Oh! How I long for your tender touch, Your emulating sweetness, ravishing me all about, Oh! How I long for you, my Prince, Remember me in your sleep tonight,
Scars of War
Scars of War You say your calling was the Marines, But yet your life remains apart at the seams.
Judgement I fear your judgement Oh Lord! When I see what has taken place
Where did the Antelope go?
Deer are grazing near a natural spring; Drinking ground water from an unplugged Gas well filled with methane, benezene, toluene, anti-freeze.
Daisies so delicate and free flowing; Sitting in a transparent glass vase, Like our lasting love, free flowing And clear of any falsehoods;
Hunched over a garbage pail, A beggar chews scraps of bread. The city the never sleeps, Swallows souls that can't eat.
Friends are special to me, For without them, I just wouldn't be. They bring you up,
How can you say you love me? Where is the justification for these words? One minute you have the biggest heart of all, The next you rumble and charge at me to fall
A Fleeting Moment
Amidst the ever changing seasons, I look to find summer is fleeting; The brisk autumn wind rushes past Churning and twisting nature's greens
Seeds of Hope
In strength, I see my mother, Holding strong to her convictions; Loving truth and justice; Loving her children to no end,
The hills are forever rolling with it's dusty Dirt roads, leading to the great hemlock forests. Deer are grazing in the open corn fields not Understanding man's intolerance for their presence.
We are sisters together, hand in hand, Forever, timless moments that we've shared, Of sad and happy memories That surface with each passing birthday.
Life to me, is like the sweet breath of the morning dew ready to renew
all of nature's needs. Life to me, is a new born babe gasping and
whimpering for more air. Life to me, is watching children at play,
running and fighting to be heard. Life to me, is beholding Mother Earth's splendid beauty unfolding before my eyes. Life to me, is being unbound to life's strugle for perfectionism and the accumulation of material possesions. Life to me is the freedom to do good or evil. Life to me, is