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The Oaks of Midland's Valley Gregory Baranoff	Small, wood-burning-stoves warmed our rustic cabins at night until morning’s reveille, Testosterone-filled boys lived with civility...	Rate it (5.00 / 3 votes)
A Bard's Epitaph Robert Burns	Is there a bard of rustic song, Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, That weekly this area throng, O, pass not...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
At the River's End Eileen Jones	Rustic boulder crags and marshy meadows choreograph the tempo of the water from rapid rushes of...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Canopy Kathy A. Wittman	rustic pine walls, as the fierce winds of Centennial Ridge roared...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Children of war Christopher Azakor Nwakwesi	Where nymphs play rustic sounds of death Where they fell; there they died Lay still and fertilizers the...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Beautiful and Romantic Moon!! Dr. Medhavi Chourey	It's so fair timeless, etheral and rustic Everyday on the sky it runs and gallops A reminiscent of childhood days, it...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
THE BLESSED AND THE DAMNED John Lars Zwerenz	Where many rustic, azure streams Seemed to befriend me As they gratefully did lead My horse and me from the...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Empty Church Speaks Vernon F. McCarty	” There before me stood two rustic front doors opened wide reminding “All are welcome, all are welcome, all are welcome into...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Old Apple-Tree Paul Laurence Dunbar	There's a rustic seat beneath it That I never kin...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Rebirth of Goethe’s Nosegay Karl Constantine FOLKES	“I PICKED a rustic nosegay lately, And bore it homewards,...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
We are Seven William Wordsworth	She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair; --Her beauty made...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
A Dreamer’s Chamber Music Karl Constantine FOLKES	Emerging something rustic...	Rate it (4.33 / 3 votes)
What’s in a Surname? Karl Constantine FOLKES	” Unrefined, rustic, and...	Rate it (4.00 / 1 vote)
A Black Job. Thomas Hood	Tho' not a pig's, the hawbuck's glory, When rustic games and merriment prevail - But here's my story: Once on a time - no matter when - A knot...	Rate it (2.00 / 1 vote)
Experience Jane Taylor	There tunes his reed on rustic seat reclined ; But there the bended form and haggard face, Worn with the lines that vice...	Rate it (2.00 / 1 vote)
Grant At Rest-- August 8, 1885 James Whitcomb Riley	This Western boy in his rustic...	Rate it (2.00 / 1 vote)
A Ballad Of Fair Ladies In Revolt George Meredith	To labour, singing rustic ritornells: Had they a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Bard's Epitaph. Robert Burns	Is there a bard of rustic song, Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, That weekly this area throng, O, pass not...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A beautiful stairway LUCI ORLOFF PINTO DA MOTTA	Made of bricks, rustic, So old the moss has already taken hold At...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Christmas Carol Alfred Austin	To courtly roof and rustic cot Old comrades wend from far and wide: Now is the ancient feud forgot, The growing grudge...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Country Nosegay Alfred Austin	Round the rustic sprays of the child-like rose That smiles in one's face till it stirs a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Defence Of English Spring Alfred Austin	Sweet violets you know; but these Have their own rustic way to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Descriptive Ode Charlotte Smith	avarice once possess'd, No pity moves the rustic breast; Callous he proves--as those who haply wait Till I (a pilgrim weary worn) To my own...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Dream Of Autumn James Whitcomb Riley	Ruddy beak betwixt the pickets Of the truant's rustic trap; And the sound of laughter ringing Where, within the wild-vine swinging, Climb...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Faith On Trial George Meredith	Unfooted was ground-ivy blue, Whose rustic shrewd odour allured In Spring's fresh of morning: unseen Her favourite wood-sorrel bell As...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)