May (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
A green-thatched cottage was May's sweet home With velvet moss for a floor, And a clambering vine in the gay sunshine, And a ...
A green-thatched cottage was May's sweet home With velvet moss for a floor, And a clambering vine in the gay sunshine, And a ...
There'll be royal times in Sydney for the Cuff and Collar Push, There'll be lots of dreary drivel and clap-trapFrom the ...
Tell a simple little story of a settler in the West,Where the soldier birds and farmers, and selectors never restWhile ...
BRAVE the anger of the wealthy! Scorn their bitter lying spite!Tell the Truth in simple language, when you know that ...
There be poets in plenty have sung in the praiseOf the famous old names out of Old Navy days,Of Victory, ...
They left the vine-wreathed cottage and the mansion on the hill,The houses in the busy streets where life is never ...
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
When the man I was denounces all the things that I was not, When the true souls stand like granite, ...
Slimmer pickings at the farm stand smaller, more immature lighter kernels on the cob late corn, from the gleanings before ...
It was as if the synapses were growing in my mind, as he spoke He was, God was connecting the ...
A poem moves forward, Like the passages and percussions of trains in progress A pattern of recurrence, a hammer of ...
Once played to attentive faces music has broken its frame its bodice of always-weak laces the entirely promiscuous art pours ...
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