by Mabel Plaskett | Sep 20, 2020 | Poems
A Day at Wesley’s Spring On the ground beneath the willows, By a mountain Spring we lay I and my two fair companions, We had ridden far that day. Early had we left the highway, Reigned our horses toward the west Climbed a steep and narrow trail Leading to the...
by Mabel Plaskett | Sep 20, 2020 | Poems
To My Love My dreams that only yesterday No magic could renew, Are quick with vibrant life today— And all because of you. Could I have guessed so brief a time Would make my heart your own, I would have stilled my waking dreams, And gone my way alone. But now tis...
by Mabel Plaskett | Sep 20, 2020 | Poems
Prince Charming Though for days has the last dance been over My strong will is playing me false. For still in my mind I discover The strains of that last haunting waltz. And why should the melody haunt me Each thought of it thrill me anew? And why do I...
by Mabel Plaskett | Sep 20, 2020 | Poems
To Mary Kirwan Mary Kirwan since your visit, Although I’ve been lonely too, I’ve been happy living over Those brief joyous hours with you. Mary Kirwan, I can see you With your eager eyes of blue, Golden hair so softly curling And the laughing lips of...
by Mabel Plaskett | Sep 19, 2020 | Sans
🔊 Listen to Post EDWARD R. SANS is a Pacific Coast man, has been a farmer, rancher, lumber man, explorer, and during his early years developed a keen and practical knowledge of natural science. For many years he has been familiarly referred to as “the...
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