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I want more Kaytee	Like ancient twisted oaks that call to me I want sunsets and moonlit nights That echo with the voices of ancestors ...	Rate it (5.00 / 4 votes)
The Oaks of Midland's Valley Gregory Baranoff	The Oaks of Midland’s...	Rate it (5.00 / 3 votes)
A GRECIAN TALE John L. Zwerenz	Graffiti on the oaks of brownish, wilting...	Rate it (5.00 / 2 votes)
Doctrine of Oaks Laina Gavriel	Shifting and revealing the schemes Of 1000 year...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
my father odonko- ba	in rank amongst these mighty oaks in saluted respect earnestly seeking your approval your acceptance your love my father your...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Old Poets Joyce Kilmer	I'd go where the old oaks gather, Serene and good and strong, And they would not sigh and tremble And vex me with a...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Ruth Henry Lawson	spurs running down to the Creek, and the she-oaks that sigh in the bend. The hints of the river below; and, away on the azure and green, The old...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Under the Bough Gregory Baranoff	Lord’s Candles giving way to hayfields and Valley Oaks Right turn on Figueroa Mountain Road, down a gravel driveway To a dusty stop next to a...	Rate it (4.00 / 1 vote)
A Dog's Death J. C. Squire	And oaks are above that were old when his fiftieth sire was a puppy: And far away in the garden I hear...	Rate it (1.00 / 1 vote)
Nature Ralph Waldo Emerson	They learned of the oaks and...	Rate it (1.00 / 1 vote)
A Ditty Of No Tone James Whitcomb Riley	Reaches of pasture-lands, vine-wreathen oaks, Majestic still in pathos of decay,-- The road--the wayside pond Wherein the dragonfly an...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Flight of Wild Ducks Charles Harpur	Now it drops Below the fringing oaks - but to arise Once more, with a quick circling gleam, as touched By the slant sunshine, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Florida Sunday. Sidney Lanier	From green to green, in green -- live oaks' round heads, Busy with jays for thoughts -- grays, whites and reds Of pranked woodpeckers...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Glimpse Of Heaven Joseph Horatio Chant	He saw the spot where Jacob's ladder stood, The oaks at Mamre where their father prayed, Saw Bashan with its pastures and its wood, And the rude...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Hill O' Lights Michael Earls	And like the campfires on the hills the oaks and maples...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A History of the Lyre Letitia Elizabeth Landon	Rode up the avenue of ancient oaks, A hundred years upon each stately...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Letter Home. (To Robert Graves) Siegfried Loraine Sassoon	Arm-in-arm with oaks and larches; Hides all night in hilly nooks, Laughs at dawn in tumbling...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Meditation On Rhode-Island Coal William Cullen Bryant	heat and travel spent, And scratched by dwarf-oaks in the hollow way; Now dragged through sand, now jolted over stone-- A rugged road through rugged...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Mountain Station Andrew Barton Paterson	I'm not surprised at that, sirs: The oaks were there before I came, And I supplied the flat,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Northern Suburb John Davidson	A thousand years the oaks decay; The wrinkled glacier hardly...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Specimen of Clare's rough drafts John Clare	And hedgerows dripping oaks Fitter patter all around And dimple the once dusty ground The spinners threads about the weeds...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Storm In Summer Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Crashed through the oaks, and in a pent--up flow The storm's rage broke in thunder overhead, And all the anger of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Thought or Two on Reading Pomfret's James Henry Leigh Hunt	Not oaks alone are trees, nor roses flowers; Much humble wealth makes rich this world of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Whirl-Blast from Behind The Hill William Wordsworth	Where leafless oaks towered high above, I sat within an undergrove Of tallest hollies, tall and green; A...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Above Eurunderee Henry Lawson	the five-corners grew; And the rugged old sheoaks that sighed in the bend O'er the lily-decked pools where the dark ridges end, And the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)