the bare structure
I heard her declare,
`I was pretty nearly
scared to death --
I was always
a coward.' And
as one listens
one sees how
fearfulness can be
a form of
vivacity.
And said: `Boys, I can smell smoke.
Miles away, but I did. Joe Rankin
One night on the battleground. The dead
To Gossard, the corset man,
So I could spend my winters
With my daughter in California.
This isn't an old man's country.
somewhat more animatedly than the others
... I was afraid, and I would start to cry,
and my brother would tell me to hush,
that he wasn't afraid -- but I was!...
turned yellow like a fi eld of grain.
It looked beautiful to me -- and it was.
There was a natural meadow there
but it was close up under
the Flat Top Mountains,
and the winters were frightful,