February (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
They went to the February place: 'Twas fashioned, with curious art, Of colored sugar and paper lace, With a front door shaped like ...
They went to the February place: 'Twas fashioned, with curious art, Of colored sugar and paper lace, With a front door shaped like ...
Should I get married? Should I be Good?Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustaus hood?Don't take ...
One was a bay cowhorse from Piedra & the other was a washed out palominoAnd both stood at the rail ...
The next house stood just back from the street, In a gray little narrow lane. A table loaded with things to eat They ...
-And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday,And most especially when you have forgotten ...
When I have a house . . . as I sometime may . . .I'll suit my fancy in every ...
The kids are out-of-doors once more; The heavy leggins that they wore, The winter caps that covered ears Are put ...
One day the doctor came because my throat was feeling awful sore,And when he looked inside to see he said: ...
She is gentle, kind and fair,And there's silver in her hair;She has known the touch of sorrow,But the smile of ...
Little Master Mischievous, that's the name for you; There's no better title that describes the things you do: Into something ...
I know a wonderful land, I said,Where the skies are always blue,Where on chocolate drops are the children fed,And coconut ...
The steel gray sky plastered above the land heavy glowering colors foreboding at the twilight dusk descending to night Cold ...
Aw Man, . or at least I thought I could hear their thoughts as Pastor Lori told them all, all ...
Sugar cookies, candy canes, Christmas trees, snow men, stars, ginger bread men, spirals, bells, all cartoon confections festooned my newest ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
She marched into the kitchen all purposeful and proud stepstool from the bathroom in her four-year old arms "I'm going ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
The little cousin is dead, by foul subtraction, A green bough from Virginia's aged tree, And none of the county ...
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, ...
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