The Summer Day, by Edwin Leibfreed
The farm--a bit of heaven--
Where nature stopp...
Chipmunk Poems
Squirrels, by Isaac McLellan
When soft May breezes fan th' awaking woods,
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When the Gold is on the Willow, by Robert McIntyre
When the gold is on the willow, and the purple...
Silence of the Canyon, by William Wendell Riley
Grand Canyon had no speech to make.
She never ...