Home (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Home is a place but it is also where family is, where each part of our hearts reside, far flung ...
Home is a place but it is also where family is, where each part of our hearts reside, far flung ...
Life as we know it hangs in the balance if the predictions, the fear, come to pass, if the ice ...
The glow of the sunlight outside my office window, warming the backsides of the still-green oak leaves warmer falling light ...
The tart had been melted before it sat solid in the warmer on the back of the stove She put ...
Driving in the fall 'morn, light filtering into the clearing wood; I spied a wall awakening from its slumber, no ...
Their honks and squeaks called her, caused her she raised her head skyward from north to south they passed over ...
I quietly, slowly pulled the door together going back into the warmer house on this morning in September before Fall ...
Eight silent canoes Pushed off onto the still waters At 2am on a July night. The full moon and stars ...
I never want to stop Never stop Exploring you Your body, your skin Under my skin Touching you Captivated, bound ...
A living line row of stitches snaking across the sky Geese heading south with only half a V Discordant sight ...
(A Christmas Circular Letter) THE CITY had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the country; When ...
Give us a name to fill the mind With the shining thoughts that lead mankind, The glory of learning, the ...
The Robin is a Gabriel In humble circumstances -- His Dress denotes him socially, Of Transport's Working Classes -- He ...
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
THINK not, 'cause men flattering say You're fresh as April, sweet as May, Bright as is the morning star, That ...
Mark how the bashful morn in vain Courts the amorous marigold, With sighing blasts and weeping rain, Yet she refuses ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
Obscurest night involv'd the sky, Th' Atlantic billows roar'd, When such a destin'd wretch as I, Wash'd headlong from on ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strown, And cold the wind that wanders ...
Though bleak these woods and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strewn, And cold the wind that wanders ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
In summer's mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
From our happy home Through the world we roam One week in all the year, Making winter spring With the ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
KNOW thou, O stranger to the fame Of this much lov'd, much honoured name! (For none that knew him need ...
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