Second Guard (Bruce Kiskaddon Poems)
You are sleepin' in your hot roll when some body kicks your tarp.When you roll out of your blankets why ...
You are sleepin' in your hot roll when some body kicks your tarp.When you roll out of your blankets why ...
Gimme the town an' its clamour an' clutter; I ain't very fond of the bush;For my cobbers are coves of ...
A FAIRY prince came singing through the wood, And sighing, "Out, alas!" and, "Well-a-way!The world is grey, romance is dead, ...
God of the open, though I am so simpleOut in the wind I can travel with you,noons when the hot ...
Now winter's wind sweeps o'er the mountains, Deeply clad in drifting snow; Soundly sleep the frozen fountains; ...
They were here on the sideOf the downs a few minutes ago . . .Hounds dappled and pied,And riders pink-coated ...
SWEET painted flutt'rer! often have I view'd Thy sportive gambols in the blue serene;And frequently indulg'd the pensive mood, ...
Within these walls, here oft you weary strove.From out this Town, historic in its nameWent Ranger forth to battle scars ...
They took away her toys and lover. Well then she bowed her head and almost died. But the thirteen destinies ...
Hot youth ever is a ranger, New scenes ever its desire; Cauld Eild, doubtfu' o' the stranger, Thinks but o' ...
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-- To give maiden blushes To the white ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Smokey the Bear heads into the autumn woods with a red can of gasoline and a box of wooden matches. ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
How came this ranger Now sunk in rest, Stranger with strangcr. On my cold breast? What's left to Sigh for? ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there, Would grace ...
O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there, Would grace ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
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