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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MARSHALL, by RONALD WARDALL
First Line: My father wasn't yet my father %when the front wheel of his motorcycle struck
Last Line: Then through the desert, steering with his thumbs
First Line: My father wasn't yet my father %when the front wheel of his motorcycle struck
Last Line: Then through the desert, steering with his thumbs
Other Poems of Interest...
OFF THE GROUND by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE
THE RUBAIYAT, 1889 EDITION: 19 by OMAR KHAYYAM
THE SEEKERS by LUCIA TREVITT AURYANSEN
THE LAY OF THE LEVITE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN
TO A CHILD OF THREE YEARS OLD by BERNARD BARTON
PSALM 26. JUDICA ME DEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE