Up the Ladder (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Climbing to serve, up the ladder, beyond the roof. Up off the ground, another story, ready for scraping, for priming, ...
Climbing to serve, up the ladder, beyond the roof. Up off the ground, another story, ready for scraping, for priming, ...
Down by the river, we played, dreamed, explored alone and together, bikes left by the rock piles, Climbing, hiking, claiming ...
A lobster pot tossed by the sea onto the rocks wedged in the jetty between the boulders of the breakwater ...
Day by day the seed grows taller and taller climbing toward the sun ants and beetles nibble, shred the leaves ...
High above the roaring thunder over the sounds of countless horses the rush of the shockwave off the track a ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
To the Almighty on his radiant Throne, Let endless Hallelujas rise! Praise Him, ye wondrous Heights to us unknown, Praise ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
ONCE on the kind of day called "weather breeder," When the heat slowly hazes and the sun By its own ...
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
1 am peering through blackness 2 am i feel your heart pounding 3 am your fingers running up my spine ...
When Sam Small joined the regiment, 'E were no' but a raw recruit, And they marched 'im away one wint'ry ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
The flock of pigeons rises over the roof, and just beyond them, the shimmering asphalt fields gather their dull colored ...
There are songs for the morning and songs for the night, For sunrise and sunset, the stars and the moon; ...
I gained it so -- By Climbing slow -- By Catching at the Twigs that grow Between the Bliss -- ...
Climbing to reach the costly Hearts To which he gave the worth, He broke them, fearing punishment He ran away ...
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child's adversity Whose vista is ...
I'll tell you how the Sun rose -- A Ribbon at a time -- The Steeples swam in Amethyst -- ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
While the sun stops, or seems to, to define a term for the indeterminable, the human aspect, here in the ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, May 1795 With many a pause and oft reverted eye ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a ...
Gaily into Ruislip Gardens Runs the red electric train, With a thousand Ta's and Pardon's Daintily alights Elaine; Hurries down ...
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
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