The Boy On The Prairie (Edwin Ford Piper Poems)
"At thirteen he first saw a railway trainWith all the amazing violence of the wheels,And the coughing engine, and the ...
"At thirteen he first saw a railway trainWith all the amazing violence of the wheels,And the coughing engine, and the ...
Now hath the summer reached her golden close,And, lost amid her corn-fields, bright of soul,Scarcely perceives from her divine reposeHow ...
MY tent stands in a gardenOf aster and goldenrod,Tilled by the rain and the sunshine,And sown by the hand of ...
From a vision red with war I awoke and saw the Prince of Peace hovering over No Man's Land.Loud ...
When the wayside tangles blazeIn the low September sun,When the flowers of Summer daysDroop and wither, one by one,Reaching up ...
Now overhead,Where the rivulet loiters and stops,The bittersweet hangs from the topsOf the alders and cherriesIts bunches of beautiful berries,Orange ...
To find with you the earliestWillow-buds before their silver turns to gold,And the first previous buttercup and cyclamen that blossomEre ...
HOIST the sail and bear away!Of an island I have heardAnchored in the star-sown deep,Whither Love has gone astray.Long ago ...
A clear October day with all the worldA blaze of gold where frost had touched the leaves,The goldenrod's tall scepters ...
O suns and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour October's ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
The painter a master artistry sublime each one different though the same A palette of autumn dabbed on each leaves ...
The pure color, shining back at me set against the yellow center purple blue asters the urgent, erect petals swaying ...
Finding the tares, the weeds the grasses, the ragweed, milkweed and plantain, growing, thriving in the lilies, the beds, the ...
at the edge of the field the brink of the wood grass yields to rougher plants plants of the brush, ...
Early Sunday morning leaving the highway Sparkles off the shoulder draw our gaze Light refracting and pulsing new frost clinging ...
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift. The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die, And youth, that's now so bravely ...
The pure products of America go crazy- mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey with its ...
The woman in the ordinary pudgy downcast girl is crouching with eyes and muscles clenched. Round and pebble smooth she ...
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