|
You make me think of lavender
|
|
|
|
If we could have remembrance now
|
|
|
|
It was the Autumn season of the year
|
|
|
|
When all the little hills are hid in snow
|
|
|
|
Come in the delicate stillness of dawn
|
|
|
|
The Portrait
|
|
|
|
A Chinese Queen on a lacquered throne
|
|
|
|
And suddenly he said: "Sandusky!"
|
|
|
|
And it wasn't so much the wampumed Braves
|
|
|
|
The Feather
|
|
|