The Days when we went Swimming (Henry Lawson Poems)
The breezes waved the silver grass, Waist-high along the siding,And to the creek we ne'er could pass Three boys on bare-back riding;Beneath ...
The breezes waved the silver grass, Waist-high along the siding,And to the creek we ne'er could pass Three boys on bare-back riding;Beneath ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
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