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TO JACK LONDON, by JOSE BOSLEY First Line: Your ashes lie high on our sacred sonoma hills Last Line: While youth is still on earth. Subject(s): London, Jack (1876-1916) | ||||||||
Your ashes lie high on your sacred Sonoma Hills ... Your spirit is at rest. Rest? Every gem-blue wave that flows through the Golden Gate; Every storm-born billow that rolls to the Orient; Every snow-choked trail that ends at a cabin door Resurrects that insurgent spirit which no grave can hold While youth is still on earth. | Other Poems of Interest...THE REPLACEMENTS by CHARLES BUKOWSKI JACK LONDON AND O.HENRY by CARL SANDBURG REPLACEMENTS by CHARLES BUKOWSKI JACK LONDON NUTHOUSE by SAMUEL MAIO JACK LONDON by WILLIAM EDGAR STAFFORD CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD by HAYDEN CARRUTH A MAN'S VOCATION IS NOBODY'S BUSINESS by JAMES GALVIN |
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