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An ant on the tablecloth Ran into a dormant moth Of many times his size. He showed not the least surprise. His business wasn’t with such. He gave it scarcely a touch, And was off on his duty run. Yet…

A Roadside Stand

The little old house was out with a little new shed In front at the edge of the road where the traffic sped, A roadside stand that too pathetically pled, It would not be fair to say for a dole…

In Time of Cloudburst

Let the downpour roil and toil! The worst it can do to me Is carry some garden soil A little nearer the sea. ‘Tis the world old way of the rain When it comes to a mountain farm To exact for…

The Gold Hesperidee

Square Matthew Hale’s young grafted apple tree Began to blossom at the age of five, And after havmg entertained the bee, And cast its flowers and all the stems but three, It set itself to keep those three alive; And…

A Drumlin Woodchuck

One thing has a shelving bank, Another a rotting plank, To give it cozier skies And make up for its lack of size. My own strategic retreat Is where two rocks almost meet, And still more secure and snug, A…

A Blue Ribbon at Amesbury

Such a fine pullet ought to go All coiffured to a Winter show, And be exhibited and win. The answer is this one has been And come with all her han is home Her golden leg, her coral coinb, Her…

The White-Tailed Hornet

The white-tailed hornet lives in a balloon That floats against the ceiling of the woodshed. The exit he comes out at like a bullet Is like the pupil of a pointed gun. And having power to change his aim in…

Two Tramps in Mud Time

Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard, And one of them put me off my aim By hailing cheerily “Hit them hard!” I knew pretty well why he had dropped behind And…

A Lone Striker

The swinging mill bell changed its rate To tolling like the count of fate, And though at that the tardy ran, One failed to make the closing gate. There was a law of God or man That on the one…

The Egg and the Machine

He gave the solid rail a hateful kick. From far away there came an answering tick And then another tick. He knew the code: His hate had roused an engine up the road. He wished when he had had the track alone He had attacked…