A Walk to the Bank (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her little hand in mine at least while I could hold her as she giggled free of my grip a ...
Her little hand in mine at least while I could hold her as she giggled free of my grip a ...
With an old newspaper for a plate and water from the hose for dressing Four junior chefs, three to ten, ...
In the small space the spare bedroom-sized place between the maple tree and the shrub, just beyond the dandelion patch ...
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv, And there befell the episode I now perpose ...
The green grass is growing, The morning wind is in it, 'Tis a tune worth the knowing, Though it change ...
I wake and hearing it raining. Were I dead, what would I give Lazily to lie here, Like this, and ...
Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle's Cellar Under the Clover's Root, Further ...
The pedigree of Honey Does not concern the Bee, Nor lineage of Ecstasy Delay the Butterfly On spangle journeys to ...
The Clover's simple Fame Remembered of the Cow -- Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself And ...
His oriental heresies Exhilarate the Bee, And filling all the Earth and Air With gay apostasy Fatigued at last, a ...
A single Clover Plank Was all that saved a Bee A Bee I personally knew From sinking in the sky ...
A faded Boy -- in sallow Clothes Who drove a lonesome Cow To pastures of Oblivion -- A statesman's Embryo ...
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery ...
The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized -- The Heaven we chase, Like the June Bee -- before the School Boy, ...
The Butterfly's Numidian Gown With spots of Burnish roasted on Is proof against the Sun Yet prone to shut its ...
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower, But I could never sell -- If you would like to borrow, Until ...
"Arcturus" is his other name -- I'd rather call him "Star." It's very mean of Science To go and interfere! ...
What tenements of clover Are fitting for the bee, What edifices azure For butterflies and me -- What residences nimble ...
Bee! I'm expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due -- The Frogs got Home ...
It's all I have to bring today -- This, and my heart beside -- This, and my heart, and all ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
I prefer the gorgeous freedom, And I fly to lands of grace, Where in wide and clear meadows All is ...
There is a meadow in Sweden where I lie smitten, eyes stained with clouds' white ins and outs. And about ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
Your hands, my dear, adorable, Your lips of tenderness -- Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well, Three years, or ...
Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead ...
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