Old Spookses’ Pass (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
I. WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me. Right smart at throwin' a lariat Was ...
I. WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me. Right smart at throwin' a lariat Was ...
Twenty abreast down the golden street, ten thousand riders marched;Bow-legged boys in their swinging chaps, all clumsily keeping time;And the ...
A song of the range, an old-time song,To the patter of pony's feet,That he used to sing as we rode ...
Pink pueblos line the plazalittered with a motley crewfronts the waning fall fiestaas the sunset clouds imbruethe skyline streaming bloodand ...
"At thirteen he first saw a railway trainWith all the amazing violence of the wheels,And the coughing engine, and the ...
I rode across a valley rangeI hadn't seen for years.The trail was all so spoilt and strangeIt nearly fetched the ...
There is some that like the city-Grass that's curried smooth and green,Theaytres and stranglin' collars,Wagons run by gasoline-But for me ...
Tonight, in this big busy city,So far from the home I have known,I am filled with a sadness and longing-Mid ...
When I'm ridin' alone in the night-time way out on the desolate range,With the moon shinin' down through the cloud-hills ...
The column winds on snake-like,Through blistering, treeless spaces;The hovering gray-black dust cloudsTint in ghoulish shades our faces. The sweat of ...
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
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