The Apple Tree (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
When an apple tree is ready for the world to come and eat, There isn't any structure ...
When an apple tree is ready for the world to come and eat, There isn't any structure ...
Drowsy old summer, with nothing to do,I'd like to be drowsin' an' dreamin' with you;I'd like to stretch out in ...
Laughter sort o' settles breakfast better than digestive pills;Found it, somehow in my travels, cure for every sort of ills;When ...
'Tis a little old house with a squeak in the stairs,And a porch that seems made for just two easy ...
An apple tree beside the way,Drinking the sunshine day by dayAccording to the Master's plan,Had been a faithful friend to ...
WHEN we wuz kids together, an' we didn't have a care,In the lazy days of summer, when our feet wuz ...
It ain' the ringing of the bellwhich calls me back to skule once more;it ain't that i must lurn to ...
A boy and his dad on a fishing trip- There is a glorious fellowship!Father and son and the open sky, ...
Let others sing their songs of war And chant their hymns of splendid death, Let others praise the soldiers' ways ...
My Pa can hit his thumbnail with a hammer and keep still; He can cut himself while shaving an' not ...
Adown the lanes of memory bloom all the flowers of yesteryear,And looking back we smile to see life's bright red ...
UNDER a tree where the breezes blow, There is the spot that it's good to go With the children bronzed ...
WHY do I grind from morn till night,And sick or well sit down to write?Why do I line my brow ...
There is no music quite so sweetAs patter of a baby's feet.Who never hears along the hallThe sound of tiny ...
LITTLE Miss Laugh-a-Lot, Saucy the way you've got, Dancing with glee are the bright eyes of you; Lips like the ...
HERE 's a letter from John in th' city,Ain't heard from him now fer a year;Yes, his handwritin' s stylish ...
I know a wonderful land, I said,Where the skies are always blue,Where on chocolate drops are the children fed,And coconut ...
I LIKE the dream days best of all,The hollyhocks against the wall;The rambler roses blushing red,The blue skies bending overhead,With ...
WISH I was only as bright as my boy,Wish I could think of the things that he springs;His is a ...
Pinker than the roses that enrich a summer's day, Splashing in the bath tub or just kicking them in play, ...
Mothers never change, I guess,In their tender thoughtfulness.Makes no difference that you growUp to forty years or so,Once you cough, ...
BEIN' uncle to the kids,Laughin' lips an' drowsy lidsGrimy hands an' tattered clothes,Cheeks as red as any rose;Willie Browns an' ...
SWEET is a rosebud, pink or red,And sweet are the blooms of May,And sweet is the fragrance about us shedOn ...
DOWN the lanes of August-and the bees upon the wing, All the world's in color now, and all the song ...
Argue it pro and con as you will,And flout each other with words,But the rose will bloom and the summer ...
LAUGHTER and song and mirth, Roses that drip with dew, These are the joys of earth; Sunshine and skies of ...
I ALWAYS think of mother, whenThe lilac tree's in bloom,It seems her soul comes back againUpon its sweet perfume.And every ...
The leaves are falling one by one,The Summer days are past and gone,The nights are cool and damp;The little children ...
Until she died we never knewThe beauty of our faith in God.We'd seen the summer roses nodAnd wither as the ...
I like 'em, in the winter when their cheeks are slightly pale,I like 'em in the spring time when the ...
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