#AmericanWriters
To the California Sierra Club Come climb the mountain trails wit… Where pine-trees plume the sky, Where snowy peaks salute the sea When herald winds pass by.
She heard the children playing in… And through her window saw the whi… Sway like a film of silver in the… Under the purple hills; and one by… She noted chairs and cabinets, and…
He built a tower for all to see, With sun-washed gardens planted wi… And there with pomp of pageantry, With men-at-arms and minstrelsy And moonbeam ladies fair and free,
Through the red dusk of war they f… From Shiloh to the sea. Black fumes from shattered bolts t… Withered the colors three, And crimson rains made sombre stai…
Poet, sing me a song to-day! But the world grows old and my hai… Ah no! there are birds on the lila… And a snow-drop out of the wet ear… Two chattering robins are planning…
The long resounding marble corrido… shining parlors with shining women… them. The French room, with its gilt an… under plump little tumbling painte…
The blue sea bends to the ship Like a dancer with skirts of lace— Wide diaphanous laces that curl an… In the ardent wind’s embrace. Little rainbows dash at the play
I love my life, but not too well To give it to thee like a flower, So it may pleasure thee to dwell Deep in its perfume but an hour. I love my life, but not too well.
While I walk the pavement sooty In the town, Tread the stony path of duty Up and down, Oh, the Kern, all clad in beauty—
Prairie child, Brief as dew, What winds of wonder Nourished you? Rolling plains
What a boom! boom! Sounds among the honeysuckles! Saying, 'Room! room! Hold your breath and mind your knu… And a fairy birdling bright
Little brown surf-bather of the mo… Spirit of foam, lover of cataracts… Have you no fear of the roar and r… Nevada, the shapely dancer, feelin… How dare you dash at Yosemite the…
In lazy laughing Panama— O flutter of ribbon 'twixt the sea… The low-roofed houses lie afloat, White foam-drift of the Caribbees… Under lithe palms that fan the sky
The cactus in the desert stands Like time’s inviolate sentinel, Watching the sun-washed waste of s… Lest they their ancient secrets te… And the lost lore of mournful land…
Flowers grow in the grass, Baby footfalls pass Over the fields once red, Over the hero’s head— For Peace.