Old Spookses’ Pass (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
I. WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me. Right smart at throwin' a lariat Was ...
I. WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me. Right smart at throwin' a lariat Was ...
On the way to the village storeI drive through a down-draftfrom the neighbor's chimney.Woodsmoke tumbles from the eavesbacklit by sun, ...
Moving from Cheer to Joy, from Joy to All, I take a box And add it to my wild rice, ...
as if it were a scene made-up by the mind, that is not mine, but is a made place, that ...
At ten she came to me, three years ago, There was 'something between us' even then; Watching her write like ...
I am reminiscing you; and the little boy who often stole some change from the left pocket of your pants ...
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