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OATS WILD TURN MILD, by THRALL BUELL First Line: I think of my life as a planting Last Line: Last night I held my child. | ||||||||
I think of my life as a planting, A sowing of seeds more or less; Some have yielded fine foliage, Others mere pottage -- a mess. I have also sown many an oat crop, The variety well known as wild, But those days are gone forever -- Last night I held my child. | Other Poems of Interest...MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL THE ROSE AND THE BEE by SARA TEASDALE MILTON'S PRAYER [OF PATIENCE, OR, IN BLINDNESS] by ELIZABETH LLOYD HOWELL THE AKOND [OR, AKHOND] OF SWAT by EDWARD LEAR FANCY AND IMAGINATION by BERNARD BARTON AUTUMN WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES |
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