Miss Thompson Goes Shopping (Martin Armstrong Poems)
Miss Thompson at HomeIn her lone cottage on the downs,With winds and blizzards and great crownsOf shining cloud, with wheeling ...
Miss Thompson at HomeIn her lone cottage on the downs,With winds and blizzards and great crownsOf shining cloud, with wheeling ...
O The South Wind and the Sun!How each loved the other oneFull of fancy--- full folly--Full of jollity and fun!How ...
"Best time to kill a hog's when he's fat." --Old Saw.Mostly folks is law-abidin'Down on Wriggle Crick--,Seein' they's no Squire ...
Come let us prepare,Jolly hearts ev'ry where,Each shoemaker sing and be merry,Let mirth now abound,And bumpers go round,Of Claret, Champaign, ...
It matters not what be our lot Upon this mundane sphere, In spite of fears and burning tears While we shall linger here, We ...
"This is her diary. Come with me to viewThe canyon; think you see it as of oldWhen Martha lived, and ...
It was noon by the sun; we had finished our game,And was passin' remarks goin' back to our claim;Jones was ...
We had many problems set us when Coolgardie was a camp,When the journey to the goldfields meant a coach-fare or ...
It's tough when you are homesick in a strange and distant place; It's anguish when you're hungry for ...
We called him "Rags." He was just a cur,But twice, on the Western Line,That little old bunch of faithful furHad ...
The sea's a place for sailormen in fair or stormy weather;'Round the world and back again they're all good mates ...
Ladies, I just don't get it a plate of bows, at the showers tacked down and presented a proxy for ...
A stranger Down the street On the roof No more In the air - out in space Tacked to the ...
They'll always tell a story those obscure mementos stacked on dusty shelves, demure and silent like the other gaudy tributes ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Love took chambers on our street Opposite to mine; On his door he tacked a neat, Clearly lettered sign. Straightway ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
1. Old Man Old man, it's four flights up and for what? Your room is hardly bigger than your bed. ...
I wrote a poem to the moon But no one noticed it; Although I hoped that late or soon Someone ...
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...
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