Polka Dot, Polka Dot, a one pony show Strange name for a child, but she loves it so Cheerful wee girl with sweet smile aglow Adores all round shapes, expects you to know Her twenty one garments sport assorted dots Basic eight pairs of footwear, orange and green spots Gaudy bows for her hair, with colored rings, lots Dot sees spheres imbedded in her eyes and...
In the Deep Channel Setting a trotline after sundown if we went far enough away in the night sometimes up out of deep water would come a secret-headed channel cat, Eyes that were still eyes in the rush of darkness, flowing feelers noncommittal and black, and hidden in the fins those rasping bone daggers, with one spiking upward on its back. We would...
I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the...