In the Lee of the Grasses (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The small pond shimmering the light breeze creating waves yet, in the lee of the grasses far less than reed ...
The small pond shimmering the light breeze creating waves yet, in the lee of the grasses far less than reed ...
Moving from the stern into the center of the canoe Lowering my center of gravity heaving against the wind Out ...
The snap of the branches underfoot watching where I walk the path refracting the light the mica reflecting the sun ...
A perfect reflection the dusting of the snow remaining scraped like the rest but never melting to black In the ...
Their witness our sharing in this life what they saw, what we believe love, giving life The love of God ...
Going as they were sent walking this earth with Christ seeing his witness in this life doing his work in ...
In the lee of the schoolyard the bushes shrouded still in the shadows of early dawn lavender purple lilacs, the ...
watching the snow, slowly starting accumulating snow, first on the lawn, building, gathering on the needles broad, small, firs, pines ...
a dock, a working pier out into the estuary the pull of the tides, swaying seaweed barnacles, algae, the smell ...
Oh they are so close, not yet red tomatoes hanging heavy on the vine lee of the house, shaded moist ...
Boots crunching in the soft snow deep tracks even for young companions temperature above freezing Walking into the woods, days ...
The ferns, the moss, the grass rise up, in the shadowed places up out of the moist rich ground adding ...
Around town, as the snow melted in the yards, by the streets, browning white Pristine white remained cloistered, away from ...
Dunes of white greet my gaze from my office window snow drifted in the lee of the third story, the ...
The white of the dusting of snow lingers in the shadows, on the fallen leaves, the cooler spots in the ...
Okay, it felt a lot like a lot more than a cold breeze a frigid arctic blast, more like it, ...
sitting at the end of the dinner thinking of a walk in the woods just before fall not in the ...
Two denizens, children of the forest broke the tree line stood in the civilized space, the green clearing the lawn ...
An old weathered section of snow fencing half buried in the lee of the dune gray skin gnarled by wind ...
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure Of a hero who tackled the sea, A super-man swimming the ocean, ...
I THAT in heill was and gladness Am trublit now with great sickness And feblit with infirmitie:-- Timor Mortis conturbat ...
The power of the Lake lingers still so many years beyond its fascination ending; it was there in the beginning, ...
(with apologies to Frederic Taber Cooper) I well recall (and who does not) The circus bill-board hippopotamus, whose wide distended ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
THE CATRINE woods were yellow seen, The flowers decay'd on Catrine lee, Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green, But nature ...
WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi' ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
SIR, o'er a gill I gat your card, I trow it made me proud; "See wha taks notice o' the ...
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