#EnglishWriters
Days are gettin’ shorter an’ the a… Apples now are droppin’ into Moth… The mist at dusk is risin’ over va… An’ it’s just as plain as sunshine… The turkeys now are struttin’ roun…
He writes to us most every day, an… I can’t describe the joys with whi… He says the military life is not o… He’s only soldiering to-day to giv… But since he’s in the army now and…
’Twas hard to think that he must g… We knew that we should miss him so… We thought that he must always sta… Beside us, laughing, day by day; That he must never know the care
There ain’t the joy in foreign ski… An’ friendliness o’ foreign folks… An’ far-off landscapes with their… As jes’ that little patch o’ green… It’s good to feel a stranger’s han…
Old women say that men don’t know The pain through which all mothers… And maybe that is true, and yet I vow I never shall forget The night he came. I suffered, to…
BLUE skies mighty temptin’, an’… An’ my wo’k is gettin’ harder eber… Ain’t a-takin’ any int’rest in de… Jes’ sittin’ heah an’ wishin’ time… Jes’ a-wishin’ fo’ de fishin’
He thought that he’d be happy if a… If he were rich he thought that he… He often thought it would be nice… Whenever he desired to go away. He thought he’d be contented if he…
His mother’s eyes are saddened, an… are stained with tears, And I’m facing now the struggle t… dreaded through the years; For the boy that was our baby has…
I HEARD an old man say today: ‘A young man gives me orders now,’ A beardless youth gets better pay And tells me what to do and how; While I have toiled for forty yea…
Cliffs of Scotland, guard them we… Shield them from the blizzard’s ra… Let your granite towers tell That those sleeping heroes fell In the service of their age.
“I work for someone else,” he said… “I have no chance to get ahead. At night I leave the job behind; At morn I face the same old grind… And everything I do by day
THE man of his word met a maid on… I The fine art of swimming he off… If she ‘d go with him in the water… She sighed and said: ’ Mister, if… You must promise me faithfully her…
Be grateful for the kindly friends… Be grateful for the skies of blue… Be grateful for the health you own… For round about you there are men… Be grateful for the growing trees,…
The brave man journeys straight ah… The coward goes Along his way in constant dread He’ll meet a friend in need, ahead… Or one he owes.
Each evening on my lap there climb… A little boy of three, And with his dimpled, chubby fists He pounds me shamefully. He gives my beard a vicious tug,