July (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
The July house was an old, old house, With an old, old man inside, Who told them stories of other days, Stories of ...
The July house was an old, old house, With an old, old man inside, Who told them stories of other days, Stories of ...
Very familiar September seemed: A flag-pole stood in the yard, And the little path that led from the road Was trampled bare and ...
Great is the Golden Cat who treadsThe Blue Roof Garden o'er our heads,The never tired smiling OneThat Human People call ...
We've been out to Pelletier'sBrushing off the stain of years,Quitting all the moods of menAnd been boys and girls again.We ...
The coach is at the door at last; The eager children, mounting fast And kissing hands, in chorus sing: Good-bye, ...
furnished rooms, flats, a hayloft, a tent, motels, under a table, under an overturned rowboat, in a villa (briefly) but ...
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