The Lightwood Fire (John Henry Boner Poems)
When wintry days are dark and drear And all the forest ways grow still,When gray snow-laden clouds appear Along the bleak horizon ...
When wintry days are dark and drear And all the forest ways grow still,When gray snow-laden clouds appear Along the bleak horizon ...
I'm learning to say thank you.And I'm learning to say please.And I'm learning to use Kleenex,Not my sweater, when I ...
Scholars call the masculine swan a cob;I call him a narcissistic snob.He looks in the mirror over and over,And claims ...
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
A sweat-dripping horse and a half-naked myall, And a message: 'Come out to the back of the run- Be out ...
A was an apt Alligator, Who wanted to be a head-waiter; He said, "I opine In that field ...
Though you're not exactly blue,Yet you don't feel like you doIn the winter, or the long hot summer days.For your ...
I.I say! hey! cousin there! I mustn't call you brother!Yet you have a tail behind, and I have another!You pull, ...
Come, all ye lads an' list to me,That's left your homes an' crossed the sea,To try your fortune, bound or ...
Aw've just mended th' fire wi' a cob;Owd Swaddle has brought thi new shoon;There's some nice bacon-collops o'th hobAn' a ...
There's a fellow on the station(He dropped in on a call,Just casual-to stay a pleasant week),He's a banker's near relation,Strongly ...
Myrtilla, I have seen you eat-- Have heard you drink, to be precise--Your soup, and, notwithstanding, sweet, The gurgitation wasn't ...
Women he liked, did shovel-bearded Bob,Old Farmer Hayward of the Heath, but heLoved horses. He himself was like a cobAnd ...
Old cob wallHave fell at last;Us knowed he mightA good while past.Great-grandad heBuilt thickly wallWith maiden earthAnd oaten strawl.He built ...
Slimmer pickings at the farm stand smaller, more immature lighter kernels on the cob late corn, from the gleanings before ...
Sweet maple syrup, bitter radish, salad greens Tart lemon, juicy fruits Sour rhubarb, creamy sauces Raw meat, flaky fish rich ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
Women he liked, did shovel-bearded Bob, Old Farmer Hayward of the Heath, but he Loved horses. He himself was like ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
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