This is the meadow. It slopes from bright South down to the West and North from the primroses in the southern hedge down through the violets, sometimes white, ...
In Firestone where oak meets pine A woodland that is so divine, Its pathway crazed and strewn with cone The ground is dry and hard as stone, With roots expose...
I've lost my place inside of this dream where I am walking along a dark road across a dark yard into the darkest shadow of the house where all the windows are c...
There was a struggle in the air retreating night and eager dawn grey white mists at half passed four muffling the friendly battle, tonight the fight will be re...
The guns spell money's ultimate reason In letters of lead on the spring hillside. But the boy lying dead under the olive trees Was too young and too silly To ha...
