Tag Archive for: Arthur Guiterman

Lover’s Lane

Lovers' Lane 2014 A field of lily bordered wheat; Through vores of bridal birch it turns And money odlews, denp in ferns; Then ny a hill and down a glen, From Nowhere out and back again: And many feat have worn it plain- That errant way…

The Farm’s Lost Pup

The Farm's Lost Pup 3692 He was lost!-not a shade of a doubt of that: For he never barked at a slinking cat, But stood in the square where the wind blew raw With a drooping ear and a trembling: paw, And a mournful look in his pleading eye…