June (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
The June house wasn't a house at all, But a level and leafy place, Where a gypsy scamp had pitched his camp-- A ...
The June house wasn't a house at all, But a level and leafy place, Where a gypsy scamp had pitched his camp-- A ...
Very familiar September seemed: A flag-pole stood in the yard, And the little path that led from the road Was trampled bare and ...
The next house stood just back from the street, In a gray little narrow lane. A table loaded with things to eat They ...
Here is this day,Across the fields of darkness softly comeInto my silent room,In the old way;Stir on the sill and ...
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