The Driver (Edwin Ford Piper Poems)
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
"I - At Her Dugout Because it's cut in the canyon bank, you looked For a rabbit hole with a ...
"September afternoon. The farmers' teams In Belford all along the straggling street Stamped drowsily at flies. The rough board walk ...
"HE stood up in our khaki with the poise Of perfect soldiership beneath the praise Of the French officer. We ...
"He turned in at the gate and asked a drink;Shabby, but neat of garment. His white hatDrooped over friendly eyes; ...
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