One Child, A Sled
Sheering the slope:
Peter Thomas
Dead Kestrel in a Rose bush
Turning to speak: me and the bird,
Lark's Nest
To carry it down from the cold nest
Little By Little Means More and More
That hillside out there is clay
Oh Boy!
Seven times, with Welsh hearing,
The Names of the Tribe
Cofir yr iath! Remember the language.
Little Basin, Nashwaak River
He came with a bottle of Tenpenny Ale.
Ice Fishing, Minto
A hole to nowhere
Roses at Noon
They listened to the haw of English laughter from the stream below.
How Much Story Can Song Take?
Seed Catalogue, Robert Kroetsch, Turnstone Press, 1977.
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