The Man Who Raised Charlestown (Henry Lawson Poem)
They were hanging men in Buckland who would not cheer King George - The parson from his pulpit and the ...
They were hanging men in Buckland who would not cheer King George - The parson from his pulpit and the ...
If you ask him he will talk for hours-- how at fourteen he hammered signs, fingers raw with cold, and ...
Crossing the frontier they were stopped in time, Told, quite politely, they would have to wait: Passports in order, nothing ...
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there our sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
The brittle lawn the early leaves brown where green should be under my feet The crunch of the grass far ...
Dry in the forest before the first snowfall the leaves of autumn heavy on the ground The barrenness of November ...
Walking along, a community together slowing our steps, the forest before us spending time, lingering there Open to what the ...
Silence steps, into the chapel the open-air sanctuary walking in silence a mere rubbing underfoot less than a crunch pine ...
Cold snow, arctic wind crunch of boots in the still wood marvel at beauty January 12, 2008 (Raymond A. Foss)
I stood before the congregation knowing the financial crunch the hard work, done by so many for so many years, ...
Snow continues to fall young faces pressed against the windows climb the back of the couch dream of snowmen, castles, ...
A quiet cold woods, crunch of ice and snow under the snowshoes, hear the ski pole pierce the skin of ...
The red, red maple leaves festooned with pearls of ice tiny droplets frozen on the fallen the dying red leaves, ...
Walking to the courthouse to make copies for a pending case no urgent brisk walk for arguments, for the challenge ...
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there the sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
A walk in the woods Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway Cold of winter Catch ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
Pillows of light, white snow Atop the raspberry bramble At the back of the yard The edge of the wild ...
Late January, in the cold clear wood Boots crunch through layers of snow and ice Breath catches in beard and ...
Frozen in her icy grasp captured in the frigid stillness coated by layer on layer a blanket of white, of ...
Out back, behind the yard in the brush and scrub at the edge a world unfolds for those willing to ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
A walk in the woods Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway Cold of winter Catch ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
In Baltimore there lived a boy. He wasn't anybody's joy. Although his name was Jabez Dawes, His character was full ...
Tom told his dog called Tim to beg, And up at once he sat, His two clear amber eyes fixed ...
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