Eyes on the prize The Price Poem by Ron Rash Knee deep in the Watauga's rock leaping whitewater, my brother loses his balance, his life if ...
The red wellcome to the summer Cherry-Time Poem by Robert Graves Cherries of the night are riper Than the cherries pluckt at noon Gather to your fairy piper W...
Summer landscape Landscape Poem by Dorothy Parker Now this must be the sweetest place From here to heaven's end; The field is white and flowerin...
Ripples In The Sand Like Ripples In The Sand Poem by Adam Rubenstein Like ripples in the sand (or) waves as they crash down Planting footprints in the...