When We Were Young (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
The dung was recent, not an event unusual in itself but difficult to explain of cows grazing the other side ...
You lift the lid in awe, a seat and lid upon an inside stall where you can go, quite unlike ...
It seldom snowed they said, perhaps they're right although seldom was never in that endless summer which tightened a fiery ...
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