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Iowa Fantasia
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Max Reif


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Some fairy tale I must have entered 
strolling down this gravel road,
the tall, straight cornstalks in this field
a million enchanted soldiers;

and somewhere, hidden in the woods,
a throng of grasshopper musicians,
gathered to play drone instruments.
Still more, crazed Russian dancers, 
come leaping from the brush.

In response, across the way,
scores of graceful sunflowers
piroutte in the breeze
.

This poem previously appeared on The Daily Palette, website of the University of Iowa.
Used here with the author's permission.

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Max Reif has written thousands of poems and stories since receiving feedback in sixth grade that this was something he could do. Much of his verse involves the beauty that he feels underlies all existence. Sometimes that beauty is seen as, or in, nature; other times Max interprets it as some sort of "supernatural" reality. Max also loves laughter, which he considers another form of beauty, and he often incorporates humor into his poems. He lives in Walnut Grove, California.


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