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I wish I was a poet like the men… The poems that we have to learn on… I’d write of things that children… An’ when the kids recited them the… If I’d been born a Whittier, inst…
SOMETIMES I git to thinkin’ o… There comes a-troopin’ through my… I used ter know in Pixley, an’ I… A-livin’ all th’ fun we knew befor… A-dancin’ all th’ dances, th’ lanc…
I am selfish in my wishin’ every s… I am selfish when I tell you that… Bending o’er you every minute, and… An’ as much of love an’ gladness a… Coz I know beyond all question th…
WHOM is your boy going to for ad… Tough Johnny Jones at the end of… Rough Billy Green or untaught Ji… Who is now guiding his innocent fe… Who takes him walking or swimming…
I hold the finest picture-books Are woods an’ fields an’ runnin’ b… An’ when the month o’ May has don… Her paintin’, an’ the mornin’ sun Is lightin’ just exactly right
NO MAN really knows enough To be hateful to his brother, None is rich enough to cuff And be cruel to another; None so clever that he can
I wouldn’t count it worth my while To sing about a rich man’s smile, Or quote a fellow, trouble free, An’ label that philosophy. But when I look about and find
An apple tree beside the way, Drinking the sunshine day by day According to the Master’s plan, Had been a faithful friend to man. It had been kind to all who came,
BACK UP Old Age and Wrinkled… Come, Selfish Grown-Up, quit the… You Pessimist, depart! Now, Gloomy Gus and Doleful Frow… There is no room for you in town,
Men are of two kinds, and he Was of the kind I’d like to be. Some preach their virtues, and a f… Express their lives by what they d… That sort was he. No flowery phra…
Along a stream that raced and ran Through tangled trees and over sto… That long had heard the pipes o’… And shared the joys that nature ow… I met a fellow fisherman,
We have wandered afar in our hunti… We have scorned the soul’s duty to… We have lived for our laughter and… And paid little heed to the soul’s… But light were the burdens that fr…
I’m up against it day by day, My ignorance is distressing; The things I don’t know on the wa… I’m busily confessing. Time was I used to think I knew
Lord let me not in service lag. Let me be worthy of our flag. Let me remember when I’m tired, The sons heroic who have died. In freedom’s name and in my way,
Eagerly he took my dime, Then shuffled on his way, Thick with sin and filth and grime… But I wondered all that day How the man had gone astray.