The house is as it was when she wa… There’s nothing changed at all abo… The books she loved to read are wa… As if to-morrow they would see her… Her room remains the way it used t…

If only I were Santa Claus and y… I’d find the chimney to your heart… On Christmas Eve when all was sti… Much like your Santa Claus of old… And in the pack upon my back all s…

Cheek that is tanned to the wind o… Body that jests at the bite of the… Limbs that are eager and strong to… Into the wilds and the ways of the… Red blood that pulses and throbs i…

There is no star within the flag That’s brighter than its brothers, And when of Michigan I brag, I’m boasting of the others. Just which is which no man can say…

A touch of the plain and the prair… A bit of the Motherland, too; A strain of the fur-trapper wary, A blend of the old and the new; A bit of the pioneer splendor

He has not served who gathers gold… Nor has he served, whose life is t… In selfish battles he has won, Or deeds of skill that he has done… But he has served who now and then

Curling smoke from a chimney low, And only a few more steps to go, Faces pressed at a window pane Watching for someone to come again… And I am the someone they wait to…

These are the days when little tho… Must cease men’s minds to occupy; The nation needs men’s larger cree… Big men must answer to her cry; No longer selfish ways we tread,

We little thought how much they me… And British mothers wearing black… The war was, O, so distant then,… We couldn’t see the weeping eyes,… We couldn’t sense the weight of wo…

I look into the faces of the peopl… The glad ones and the sad ones, an… And I wonder why the sorrow or th… But the pale and weary faces are t… I saw a face this morning, and tim…

Little woman, hourly sitting, Something for a soldier knitting, What in fancy can you see? Many pictures come to me Through the stitch that now you’re…

I know that what I did was wrong; I should have sent you far away. You tempted me, and I’m not stron… I tried but couldn’t answer nay. I should have packed you off to be…

Under the toiler’s grimy shirt, Under the sweat and the grease and… Under the rough outside you view, Is a man who thinks and feels as y… Go talk with him,

The boys upon the honor roll, God… God watch them when they sleep at… We’ve stamped their names upon our… Our brave boys and our splendid bo… Oh, here are sons of mothers fair…

Before we take an auto ride Pa sa… Now just remember I don’t need su… If you will just sit still back th… I’ll take you where you want to go… Remember that my hearing’s good an…