The Bath
What comes over you.
poetry
Sometimes the Little Fish
sometimes the little fish
Song of a Young Girl
The willies walk in our back yard the willies
Tool-Chests
The same year, maybe, that America
Sunday
Yesterday I saw two pigeons
Harbour
On Saturday mornings, Maggie and I
Pumpkinseed
In warm green shallow water
Autumn Country
The country calms me.
Summit
Riggedness,
Morning Weather
morning weather, and I woke
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