On Receipt of a Punch Bowl
(with apologies to Oliver Wendell Holmes) This antique silver bowl you gave to me one Christmas time, still tells the myths of olden days and haunting, ancient rhyme; They were …
(with apologies to Oliver Wendell Holmes) This antique silver bowl you gave to me one Christmas time, still tells the myths of olden days and haunting, ancient rhyme; They were …
I found her standing in the woods, As fresh as April showers, A lovely pastel maiden fair, Ensconced among the flowers. I asked her where she made her home And …