Mary Jane (John Hartley Poems)
One Easter Mundy, for a spree,To Bradforth, Mary Jane an me,Decided we wod tak a jaunt,An have a dinner wi ...
One Easter Mundy, for a spree,To Bradforth, Mary Jane an me,Decided we wod tak a jaunt,An have a dinner wi ...
Now, shearers' cooks, as shearers know,Are very seldom wont to blow;But when I took to dabbing tarAnd 'picking-up' on Blaringar,The ...
I must think suddenly of matters too difficult for a bear of little brain. I have never asked myself what ...
Peace tries to land in Vietnam,but only after a cautious examination.Day after day, month following month,flutters, runs away, hovers again.If ...
Wilson and Pilcer and Snack stood before the zoo elephant. Wilson said, "What is its name? Is it from ...
It??Ts two muddy miles from Highway 20, just past the north fork of Cache Creek, across the broad meadow, through ...
We ate on the water, floating with the wind, the waves, enjoying the bounty, the feast the sun, the clear ...
His story, the pastor's words so familiar to me a smile, knowing, grew on my face He told of their ...
Little bits of memories, most over forty years old bouncing up against one another spilling into my present consciousness a ...
Raspberry picking led to its own reward scratches, barbs, rash and burn all were a part of the process persistence ...
In full summer mode, already after but a day of it under their belts the girls sat in their lawn ...
I'm so glad the girls don't speak squirrel because he must have been swearing a blue streak at the black ...
A summer, long ago a different sleepover, out under the stars, in the Berkshire woods when summer camp meant the ...
A short chain-link fence ran along the sidewalk in front of the old New Englander the short front yard just ...
Hair just so in her pretty pig tails Don't you know "How do I look, daddy?" Drips from her lips ...
It was a pure moment an instant never to be found again a four year old's faith caught in my ...
ONE winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, ...
Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small ...
The last of day gathers in the yellow parlor and drifts like fine dust across the face of the gilt-framed ...
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