Babyhood (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Heigh-ho! Babyhood! Tell me where you linger: Let's toddle home again, for we have gone astray; Take this eager hand of mine ...
Heigh-ho! Babyhood! Tell me where you linger: Let's toddle home again, for we have gone astray; Take this eager hand of mine ...
The prairie cleft by skirmish lines of fence- High-headed longhorns bound for pastures new- Torn denim fluttering and profane dispraise- ...
Capsized in the bay caught on the sandbar, buffeted by the wind, caught off guard, moving, without rudder, caught by ...
So the sermon had a hook, so to speak; no, she hadn't said the sky was green. She said she ...
Four ducks, before mid-morning sitting, facing the sun, wings hugging against their bodies sitting still in the sunbeams warming the ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
follows the river as it bends along the valley floor, going the way it must. Where water goes, so goes ...
furnished rooms, flats, a hayloft, a tent, motels, under a table, under an overturned rowboat, in a villa (briefly) but ...
The whole world on a raft! A King is here, The record of his grandeur but a smear. Is it ...
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