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The Arrow and the Song
Best Buds I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I...
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My Treasures
Priceless These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest, Where all my tin soldiers are lying at rest, Were gathered in Autumn by nursie and me In a wood with a well by the side of the sea. This...
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Insomniac
There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win its service to my side are useless as wounded pride, and much more painful. ~Maya Angelou Filed...
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To Kill a Mockingbird
Summer, and he watches his children’s heart break. Autumn again and Boo’s children needed him. Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk...
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(In Just-)
in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee and eddieandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it’s spring when the world is...
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Departure Platform
We kissed at the barrier ; and passing through She left me, and moment by moment got Smaller and smaller, until to my view She was but a spot ; A wee white spot of muslin fluff That...
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
I know some lonely Houses off the Road A Robber’d like the look of — Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low, Inviting to — A Portico, Where two could creep — One — hand the Tools — The other peep —...
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You cannot put a Fire out
You cannot put a Fire out – A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan – Upon the slowest Night – You cannot fold a Flood – And put it in a Drawer – Because the Winds would find it out –...
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This kind of fire
Have you ever noticed that inspiration pops up at the least expected most uninspiring times? Two minutes home after 100,000+ minutes of exhaustive travel, I see our neighbors doing the Spring burn on...
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Prairie Spring
Prairie Spring by Willa Cather Evening and the flat land, Rich and sombre and always silent; The miles of fresh-plowed soil, Heavy and black, full of strength and harshness; The growing wheat, the...
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