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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…
There was a bear—his name was Jim… An’ children weren’t askeered of h… An’ he lived in a cave, where he Was confortubbul as could be, An’ in that cave, so my Pa said,
Love and laughter lead you Down the pathways of the year, And may each morning feed you From the golden spoon of cheer; May every eye be shining,
SOME day our eyes will brighten,… Some day the sun will shine for yo… Some day grim doubt we’ll banish,… And the rosy, golden future we sha… Some day we’ll know the wherefore…
When mother sleeps, a slamming doo… Disturbs her not at all; A man might walk across the floor Or wander through the hall A pistol shot outside would not
Full many a time a thought has com… That had a bitter meaning in it. And in the conversation’s hum I lost it ere I could begin it. I’ve had it on my tongue to spring
Last night Pa said to Ma: 'My de… It’s time I did a little job I do… I wisht 'at I was rich enough to… The dirty work around this house a… But since I’m not, I’m truly glad…
If you would rise above the throng And seek the crown of fame, You must do more than drift along And merely play the game. Whatever path your feet may tread,
When the umpire calls you out, It’s no use to stamp and shout, Wildly kicking dust about— Play the game! And though his decision may
When the young folks gather 'round… Singin’ all the latest songs gathe… Or they start the phonograph an’ s… An’ hold a little party dance, I’… Then I sorter settle back, plumb…
The new - fangled churches that do… Aren’t the churches that satisfy m… I 'm firm in my notion that angels… An’ Heaven is a place we shall se… I 'm an old-fashioned man, full of…
There is no music quite so sweet As patter of a baby’s feet. Who never hears along the hall The sound of tiny feet that fall Upon the floor so soft and low
My grandpa is the finest man Excep’ my pa. My grandpa can Make kites an’ carts an’ lots of t… You pull along the ground with str… And he knows all the names of bird…
THIS morning came a man to me, h… He shook my hand and doffed his ha… Said he, ' I read your stuff each… You have a line of humor that deli… My dear wife reads it through and…
It is better to die for the flag, For its red and its white and its… Than to hang back and shirk and to… And let the flag sink out of view. It is better to give up this life