“Where The Sage Brush Grows” (D J O Malley Poems)
I'm living in an eastern stateAnd though I do my bestTo make it feel like home to meMy heart's still ...
I'm living in an eastern stateAnd though I do my bestTo make it feel like home to meMy heart's still ...
The old long horn looked at the prize winning steer,And he grumbled, "What sort of thing is this here?He ain't ...
How lovely those journeys into quiet!Boundless the steppe, like a seascape,ants rustle, and the feather-grass sighs,mosquitoes go whining through space. ...
Across the field, beyond the church. You see the sign post stand.And towards the highway lean and lurch. ...
When I was but a little lad, not more than two or three,I noticed in a general way my dad ...
If I were to walk this wayHand in hand with Grief,I should mark that maple-sprayComing into leaf.I should note how ...
High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it ...
We sat in the belly of the aeroplane and held out for sirens to swerve across the grass; men with ...
O suns and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour October's ...
Requiring something lovely on his arm Took me to Stamford, Connecticut, a quasi-farm, His family's; later picking up the mammoth ...
Fired by the Spirit the burrs burned away growing in the flames empowered to spread his love Sent by the ...
In the fires, walking through the flames unburned, whole, protected on the journey walking in the waters, in the flames ...
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows ...
Indeed this is the sweet life! my hand Is under no proud man's command; There is no voice to break ...
Let's talk about the weather then, would that help you take your ease? Gossip is so rare from you the ...
Give'' and ``It-shall-be-given-unto-you.'' I. Grand rough old Martin Luther Bloomed fables---flowers on furze, The better the uncouther: Do roses stick ...
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
Here is the place; right over the hill Runs the path I took; You can see the gap in the ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
Wargeilah town is very small, There's no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just ...
If I were to walk this way Hand in hand with Grief, I should mark that maple-spray Coming into leaf. ...
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