Billy’s Alphabetical Animal Show (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
A was an elegant Ape Who tied up his ears with red tape, And wore a long veil Half revealing his tail Which was ...
A was an elegant Ape Who tied up his ears with red tape, And wore a long veil Half revealing his tail Which was ...
Batholomew Benjamin BuntingHad only three passions in life,And one of the trio was hunting,The others his babe and his wife.And ...
I"HERE are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight."How aptly that immortal poet singsOf these and of all other lovely ...
On the way to the village storeI drive through a down-draftfrom the neighbor's chimney.Woodsmoke tumbles from the eavesbacklit by sun, ...
Gnarled acorn-oaks against a west Of copper, cavernous with fire;A wind of frost that gives no rest To such lean leaves as ...
On Tampa's hights gray rose the battlements:A summer's day had gone out in the west;The conflagration in the elementsWas ended, ...
The poet hath a realm within, and throne,And in his own soul singeth his lament.A comer often in the world ...
IRed SlippersRed slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey,windy sleet!Behind the polished glass, the slippers ...
I.MorningTHE morning sun has pierced the mist,And beach and cliff and ocean kissed.Blue as the lapis-lazuliThe sea reflects the azure ...
I've got to tell youhow I love you alwaysI think of it on greymornings with deathin my mouth the teais ...
I will mix me a drink of stars, -- Large stars with polychrome needles, Small stars jetting maroon and crimson, ...
He drove at evening through the hushed Vosges. The car radio, glimmering, received broken utterance from the horizon of storms... ...
Like canary dandruff, no, make that yellow pepper, freshly ground and served at your table a dust, large grained, adorning ...
It looked to be a leaf from last fall bright red maroon burgundy maple yes, it was a mix of ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
When sunset, a brass gong, vibrate through Couva, is then I see my soul, swiftly unsheathed, like a white cattle ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
1. Old Man Old man, it's four flights up and for what? Your room is hardly bigger than your bed. ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
KEEP a red heart of memories Under the great gray rain sheds of the sky, Under the open sun and ...
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