The Bour-Tree Den di Robert Louis Stevenson Clinkum—clank in the rain they rid Down by the braes and the grey sea Clinkum—clank by stane and cairn, Weary fa’ their horse—shoe—airn! Loud on the causey, saft on the sa 2 2
Everyone Sang di Siegfried Sassoon Everyone suddenly burst out singin And I was filled with such deligh As prisoned birds must find in fre Winging wildly across the white Orchards and dark-green fields; on 2
It isnt for want di Cid Corman It isnt for want of something to say— something to tell you— something you should know— but to detain you— 1 3
The Silent Flute di Bruce Lee I wish neither to possess, Nor to be possessed. I no longer covet paradise, More important, I no longer fear The medicine for my suffering 1 4
“My Son, my Executioner” di Donald Hall My son, my executioner, I take you in my arms, Quiet and small and just astir And whom my body warms. Sweet death, small son, our instru 1 4
Life's Intoxication di Robert L. Martin Life’s Intoxication Love is a Beautiful enchantress Her flowing hair Plays with the wind 1