A Friends Poem Rip Poem by Gayle M. Citrus Maize Water Nora Shoshone Doherty Winchester, story song Glen A, Sweeney +

The Plank by Connie Yost 1938 must walk the weathered plank a 9inch board of knotty pine which bridges plank to plank a steady stride it takes to cross a frost does make it slick one slip will send a a skidding boot 6 inches to the crick. in wintertime it wasnt there to inexperienced eyes, since muffled trundling can be heard the crick is in disguise. when ice and snow give up and go there comes a tidal flush then all at once the plank is free of overwhelming slush. the warming sun brings out the green in springtime garden lot and nearly every color seen lives near the crossing spot. outspoken tulips lead the reds grape hyacinths so blue the pinks and purples nod their heads and all the yellows, too. so come and walk the plank with me i'll find a walking stick See mini fish and poly wogs in little Johnson's crick So often now i walk the plank the luscious meadow thrives I am thinking Cloon G.S. its there a young doe simply waits my first poem its in my room was about a doe or a deer. I forget. until her time arrives.