Bindlestiff (Edwin Ford Piper Poems)
Oh, the lives of men, lives of men, In pattern-molds be run; But there's you, and me, and Bindlestiff- And ...
Oh, the lives of men, lives of men, In pattern-molds be run; But there's you, and me, and Bindlestiff- And ...
IThe blinding July sun at ten o'clockGlares on the white walls of the little church,-The shingles silver-gray, the shutters green,Sunflowers ...
The prairie cleft by skirmish lines of fence- High-headed longhorns bound for pastures new- Torn denim fluttering and profane dispraise- ...
Down by the orchard plot a man and boy, The boy's hat just above the whitened floor Of oats half ...
The hoof-beats sound, the harness clacks and clinks, The wagon rattles in the frosty air Along the level prairie road ...
O, road and path, and path and road,They write the story plain; To the picnic grounds, to the little church, ...
Once on a time the plain with breeze and sun On wild brown herds a-grazing where the trails Wind to ...
Saddle me up the Zebra Dun-Whoa, Zebe, whoa! Double-cinch the son of a gun-Whoa, till I bridle you, whoa! Foot ...
The light of noon comes reddened from a skyA-blur with dust; the irritable windBurns on your cheek, and leans against ...
Have you an eye for the trails, the trails, The old mark and the new?What scurried here, what loitered there, ...
The dusty wheels have left the rutted road For the shelter of the elm tree. Boy and girl, Glad to ...
The meadow-larks rejoice, as the bright sun Drinks up the burdening dew from slender grass, From flower cups, purple, yellow, ...
Late August glares, a wagon filled with bones, Strange harvest from the prairies, seeks the town. The buyer pays a ...
Come sell your pony, cowboy-Sell your pony to me; Braided bridle and your puncher saddle,And spend your money free."If I ...
I hear them singing in the open spaces The old, old rites, the music of the moon; The rougher and ...
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