A Cranberry Maple (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Nothing other than cranberry, well, maybe candy apple, could describe the maple on the corner Ablaze in saturated red deep, ...
Nothing other than cranberry, well, maybe candy apple, could describe the maple on the corner Ablaze in saturated red deep, ...
Utter incongruity jarred my drive to the coffeehouse My eye pulled to the cluster of prom dresses, dapper Dan's, bright ...
Fifteen year and more After he is gone, A regular reminder of my father Goes around my waist, through the ...
In the history of the city long forgotten, buried the remains in the ground glass, metal, wood, bone crockery, leather, ...
They were quite a pair clash of cultures within these proud Quebecois each speaking a language I don't share with ...
Color mismatch Movement out of place A short, broke yew, late in the summer Dark green, Leather skin Shiny Broken ...
He gave the solid rail a hateful kick. From far away there came an answering tick And then another tick. ...
The same leaves over and over again! They fall from giving shade above To make one texture of faded brown ...
'A letter from my love to-day! Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!' She struck a happy tear away, And broke the crimson ...
When I heard he had entered the harbor, and circled the wharf for days, I expected the worst: shallow water, ...
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
Marry, and love thy Flavia, for she Hath all things whereby others beautious be, For, though her eyes be small, ...
I Everyone has their own peculiar price, not quantifiable in currency. When my hypodermic grazed your vein, you confessed yours. ...
Stop, stop and listen for the bough top Is whistling and the sun is brighter Than God's own shadow in ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
What scene would I want to be enveloped in more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen table, ...
Listen, ladies, while I sing The ballad of John Henry King. John Henry was a bachelor, His age was thirty-three ...
I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing at what emerged behind that back, and saw a chair pushed slightly ...
O God, in the dream the terrible horse began To paw at the air, and make for me with his ...
Henry Hankovitch, con guÃtar, did a short Zen pray, on his tatami in a relaxed lotos fixin his mind on ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
This is going to cost you. If you really want to hear a country fiddle, you have to listen hard, ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling, how ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
WEE Willie Gray, and his leather wallet, Peel a willow wand to be him boots and jacket; The rose upon ...
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