1777 (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
Poems about yankee (31 Poems)
Jack Dunn of Nevertire (Henry Lawson Poem)
It chanced upon the very day we'd got the shearing done, A buggy brought a stranger to the West-o'-Sunday Run; ...
The Rhyme of the Three Captains (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
An Imperial Rescript (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed, To ease the strong of their burden, to ...
Rolling Away the Stone – haiku – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Joy on this morning God rolling away the stone Death has lost its sting March 27, 2010 on seeing this ...
Rolling Away the Stone (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our long night over the contemplative season going through his passion now, about to go into the light Rolling away ...
Rolling Away the Stone – Twitter version (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our night over his passion into light Rolling away the stone joy this morning Christ is risen, He is risen ...
Rolling Away the Stone – V2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rolling away the stone joy this morning Christ is risen, He is risen indeed March 27, 2010 on seeing this ...
Rolling Away the Stone – haiku (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Joy on this morning God rolling away the stone The Messiah lives March 27, 2010 on seeing this poem title ...
Moving Stones (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Healing lives, changing us the stones rolled away, removed from the fields Moving stones and changing lives the power of ...
Whiskey Tasting (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was the dark chocolate and the thirty-year old scotch that was the one, so smooth silk sliding down my ...
Tilt’n Hilton (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
A Texas twang would be better than a yankee accent so picture it soundin' southern this little story I'll share ...
Richness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Vetted, checked, rechecked Branch on branch Dead ends and richness Teasing truths from the muck Seeing possibilities in hypothetical, Looping ...
February Heat (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Broad smile in my soul as parka was replaced with a polo And white on white with greens and garish ...
Got a Match? (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh how to tell the tale to spin the yarn, to pull you in Bring you along, down memory road ...
Rave (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Heads snap at the Yankee white boy Anachronistic and jarring Tie dyed top hat Garish and loud Quilted and heavy ...
Joyful Tears (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Tears of joy welled up in his heart spilled down his cheeks in the pew again Frozen Yankee stoicism melted ...
Baptism (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A stoic Yankee A Baptist bowl and a lot of water met for a moment one November day Some fifteen ...
The stoddards (Eugene Field Poem)
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
Stoves and sunshine (Eugene Field Poem)
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
Mary smith (Eugene Field Poem)
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
Apple-Pie and Cheese (Eugene Field Poem)
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powers Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours; ...
The Ships of Saint John (Bliss Carman Poem)
Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, ...
To the Unknown Warrior (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
You whom the kings saluted; who refused not The one great pleasure of ignoble days, Fame without name and glory ...
The Charge of the Second Iowa Cavalry (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Comrades, many a year and day Have fled since that glorious 9th of May When we made the charge at ...
The Ballad of the Calliope (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, ...
The White Cliffs (Alice Duer Miller Poems)
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Baseball and Writing (Marianne Moore Poems)
Fanaticism?No.Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what ...
I Sing The Body Electric (Philip Levine Poems)
People sit numbly at the counter waiting for breakfast or service. Today it's Hartford, Connecticut more than twenty-five years after ...
Yankee Doodle (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
This poem is intended as a description of a sort of Blashfield mural painting on the sky. To be sung ...