Riders Of The Stars (Henry Herbert Knibbs Poems)
Twenty abreast down the golden street, ten thousand riders marched;Bow-legged boys in their swinging chaps, all clumsily keeping time;And the ...
Twenty abreast down the golden street, ten thousand riders marched;Bow-legged boys in their swinging chaps, all clumsily keeping time;And the ...
If you can hit the trail in zero weather And laugh at frozen hand, or foot or face;If you can eat ...
NOW that I've nearly done my days,And grown too stiff to sweep or sew,I sit and think, till I'm amaze,About ...
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