Good Day for a Jog (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
"Dad, it's a good day for a jog" or so I think she said, laughing over her shoulder, heading down ...
"Dad, it's a good day for a jog" or so I think she said, laughing over her shoulder, heading down ...
Jeff's ready watching the action moving straight for him at full speed, fast motion Black brick center of attention sliding ...
White knuckles on the wheel holding fast to my lane between the wiper strokes and blur of reckless drivers on ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
Two dreams came down to earth one night From the realm of mist and dew; One was a dream of ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; ...
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain --and back in rain. I have ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung -- There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying ...
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird ...
I keep my pledge. I was not called -- Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose. I plight ...
Through lane it lay -- through bramble -- Through clearing and through wood -- Banditti often passed us Upon the ...
Praise the good-tempered summer and the red cardinal that jumps like a hot coal off the track. Praise the heavy ...
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode, The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road. ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
The day begins to droop,-- Its course is done: But nothing tells the place Of the setting sun. The hazy ...
IF thou be in a lonely place, If one hour's calm be thine, As Evening bends her placid face O'er ...
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
Your hands, my dear, adorable, Your lips of tenderness -- Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well, Three years, or ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
What is he buzzing in my ears? "Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a ...
AS on the banks o' wandering Nith, Ae smiling simmer morn I stray'd, And traced its bonie howes and haughs, ...
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