November , 1789. (Janet Little Poems)
WHILE Morcham does your much lov'd presence share,And Lydia's health claims your maternal care,O Madam, deign with candour to peruseA ...
WHILE Morcham does your much lov'd presence share,And Lydia's health claims your maternal care,O Madam, deign with candour to peruseA ...
Bring the good old bugle, boys! we'll sing another song — Sing it with a spirit that will start the world ...
Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry:some flurries have whitened the edges of roadsand lawns: time for that, ...
Der ain't no use in sayin' de Lawd won't answer prah;If you knows how to ax Him, I knows He's ...
The turkeys wade the close to catch the beesIn the old border full of maple treesAnd often lay away and ...
Oh! the winter's coming,Leaves are getting brown,Hickory nuts and acornsFalling to the groundPumpkins getting yellow,Persimmons getting ripe,Opossum 'gin to fattenAnd ...
Have you heard the story that gossips tell Of Burns of Gettysburg?-No? Ah, well, Brief is the glory that hero ...
The sun burns hotly thro' the gumsAs down the road old Rogan comes - The hatter from the lonely ...
He'ah dat ole gray sinnaH's jes brimful o' gas,Singin' dat tomfool dittyAs he goes hobblin' pas'!He betta be prayin' and ...
We've been out to Pelletier'sBrushing off the stain of years,Quitting all the moods of menAnd been boys and girls again.We ...
Days are gettin' shorter an' the air a keener snap;Apples now are droppin' into Mother Nature's lap;The mist at dusk ...
Just west of the round-a-bout where the beach and the mountain meet just west on the state highway heading for ...
Turkeys, a pair, maybe more in the bushes sailing, low-flying across the highway oblivious, unaware filling my windshield, the horizon ...
Up on the ridge line the farthest part of the hill a flock of turkeys eating in the grass Out ...
They were the ferns we could draw when we were little like turkeys made from hand stencils elementary school ferns ...
Land in the rough By design and by tradition. A sense of place. Stone wall and lake and meadow Wood ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry: some flurries have whitened the edges of roads and lawns: time ...
Wal, Thanksgivin' do be comin' round. With the price of turkeys on the bound, And coal, by gum! Thet were ...
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