Dorothy Roberts

As I put out upon the river proper

We found it with its blind face,

On the stem of the father the daughter; he took me at zero

The cold is something we don't want, and it assails the doors;

United in mutual advancement against the weather --

In that cold mountain climate after the swim

My sister and I when we were close together

Getting up early in the little apartment to tend to her grandmother, Libby was very quiet so George wouldn't wake and mutter how hard the extra care was on her at this time.

Miles are discarded, but not all sudden sights

At the bottom of the day lie the wood and the apples: