all his schoolhouse was a pleasure in all this while snugly cuddling in the air the bark of the mothers by petting the children particularly the youngest and like the hum of a cavalier he borrowed a horse from the first dutch settlers the low murmur of his arms was not inapplicable to his being belated and in the clouds that pass forever flushing round a summer sky (C) 2026 Shane Cooper follow links in the poem, or start new path...