Mr Christmas
In the big thickets of the ambient air
poetry
Saskatchewan, 1937
Like dinosaurs plodding their way
Fooled
I
Parting
What's the use if we should walk
The Dancers
Though of infinity we dancers own
The Fool
Evening may be as my mother once said
More than April Showers
Through clover meadows towards the rise
The Lagging Back of Lowndes Parker
The years outside pass quick,
Carousel
Round round the merry go round
To a Girl Singing
Her song is sunlight in a darkened hall,
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