The “D2” Horse Wrangler (D J O Malley Poems)
One day I thought I'd have some fun,And see how punching cows was done;So, when the roundup had begun,I tackled ...
One day I thought I'd have some fun,And see how punching cows was done;So, when the roundup had begun,I tackled ...
I am a cowpuncher From off the North side,My horse and my saddle Are ...
In those days the oatfields' fenced-in vats of running platinum, the yellower alloy of wheat and barley, whose end, however ...
They talk about gardens of roses,And moonlight over the sea,And mountains and snowAnd sunsetty glow,But I know what is best ...
Strange, all-absorbing Love, who gatherestUnto Thy glowing all my pleasant dew,Then delicately my garden waterest,Drawing the old, to pour it ...
A thousand doors agowhen I was a lonely kidin a big house with fourgarages and it was summeras long as ...
At once whatever happened starts receding. Panting, and back on board, we line the rail With trousers ripped, light wallets, ...
Freezing dusk is closing Like a slow trap of steel On trees and roads and hills and all That can ...
I smiled that spring morning thinking of the welcome the songbird got from his mate as he took flight once ...
Driving in New England on these fall days with brown oak leaves on the ground of the forests, I keep ...
Roll over, snooze hit Warm covers, cold morn Morning light Piercing my slumber Out the window Down below My barn ...
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
A hotel in whose ledgers departures are more prominent than arrivals. With wet Koh-i-noors the October rain strokes what's left ...
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the bedding Of the straw ...
A thousand doors ago when I was a lonely kid in a big house with four garages and it was ...
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it ...
Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees ...
Through frost-thick weather This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if Caught in a hazardous medium that might Merely by its ...
What! you don't like him; well, maybe -- we all have our fancies, of course: Brumby to look at, you ...
The mountains and glens of Aberfoyle are beautiful to sight, Likewise the rivers and lakes are sparkling and bright; And ...
I like walking on streets as black and wet as this one now, at two in the solemnly musical morning, ...
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