Fishin’ Time. (Elliott Blaine Henderson Poems)
To MR. E. H. SHARP. Blue bird an' de killdee Am er flittin' by! Spring time chillun! An' de fishin' ...
To MR. E. H. SHARP. Blue bird an' de killdee Am er flittin' by! Spring time chillun! An' de fishin' ...
SUMMER in all! deep summer in the pines,And summer in the music on the sands,And summer where the sea-flowers rise ...
With eyes that searched in the dark,Peering along the line,Stood the grim Scotsman, Hector Clark,Driver of "Forty-nine".And the veldt-fire flamed ...
All quiet along the Potomac to-night! Except here and there a stray picketIs shot, as he walks on his beat, ...
Sometimes mules got in the army 'cause they'd pulled a wicked trick.Had some trouble with a feller and the feller ...
Last night, above the whistling wind, I heard the welcome rain,--A fusillade upon the roof, A tattoo on the pane:The ...
Said the soldier to the Surgeon, "I've got noises in me headAnd a kind o' filled up feeling after every ...
Came the relief. "What, sentry, ho!How passed the night through thy long waking?""Cold, cheerless, dark,--as may befitThe hour before the ...
A day of seeming innocence, A glorious sun and sky, And, just above my picket fence, Black Bonnet passing by. ...
1901 ". . . and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge." District Orders-Lines of Communication, South African ...
Then the golden hour Will tick its last And the flame will go down in the flower. A briefer length ...
Cup of Words Crystal sphere sitting Before child like statue Words of Lennon mixed In a clay Klee fish bowl ...
While for me gapes the greedy grave It don't make sense That I should have a crazy crave To paint ...
I never killed a bear because I always thought them critters was So kindo' cute; Though round my shack they ...
THE GRAVE of Alexander Hamilton is in Trinity yard at the end of Wall Street. The grave of Robert Fulton ...
HE lived on the wings of storm. The ashes are in Chihuahua. Out of Ludlow and coal towns in Colorado ...
With eyes that searched in the dark, Peering along the line, Stood the grim Scotsman, Hector Clark, Driver of "Forty-nine". ...
When you're lying in your hammock, sleeping soft and sleeping sound, Without a care or trouble on your mind, And ...
With never a sound of trumpet, With never a flag displayed, The last of the old campaigners Lined up for ...
Said the soldier to the Surgeon, "I've got noises in me head And a kind o' filled up feeling after ...
On the long shore, lit by the moon To show them properly alone, Two lovers suddenly embraced So that their ...
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