Bill Riley was a cowboy and a quicker shot than him
There wasn't in the country, exceptin' Parson Sim.
And I reckon you could ride the trail from Texas to the line
And braver men than Bill and Sim I'll bet you couldn't find.
Bill, he was tall and lanky with black and piercing eyes
That seemed to flash like lightnin' when storm is in the skies.

His voice was soft and solemn-like, his heart was kind and true,
But he could paint the town as red as any man I knew.
Sim, he was mighty near as tall, with sunny eyes of blue

the bigness of cannon
is skilful,

but i have seen
death's clever enormous voice
which hides in a fragility
of poppies. ...

i say that sometimes
on these long talkative animals
are laid fists of huger silence.

I have seen all the silence
filled with vivid noiseless boys

at Roupy
i have seen
between barrages,

the night utter ripe unspeaking girls.

Head down, the nightingale
Is singing its first song.

A big young bareheaded woman
in an apron

Her hair slicked back standing
on the street

One stockinged foot toeing
the sidewalk

Her shoe in her hand. Looking
intently into it

She pulls out the paper insole
to find the nail

That has been hurting her

Big iron horse with lifted head,
Panting beneath the station shed,
You are my dearest dream come true;—
I love my Dad; I worship you!

Your noble heart is filled with fire,
For all your toil, you never tire,
And though you're saddled-up in steel,
Somewhere, inside, I know you feel.

All night in dreams when you pass by,
You breathe out stars that fill the sky,
And now, when all my dreams are true,
I hardly dare come close to you.

A big grey elephant
Lives in the Zoo,
And what does that big
Grey elephant do?

He spends all day long
Going back and fore,
Carrying children
By the score.

Little Richard
And Robin and Claude,
Angela Jane
And her sister Maude.

Big grey elephant —
He never tires,
In the hottest sunshine
He never perspires.

Patient and quiet
He walks to-day
And waves his trunk
With a gentle sway.

Big feet,
Black feet,
Going up and down the street;
Dull and shiny
Father's feet,
Walk by me!

Nice feet,
Brown feet,
Going up and down the street;
Pretty, dainty,
Ladies' feet,
Trip by me!

Small feet,
Light feet,
Going up and down the street;
Little children's
Happy feet,
Run by me!

On and on in the white clouds
he lives alone, guest of the verdant mountains;
Midday in the grove he lights the incense,
and with the cassia blossoms shares the stillness.

Bicycles! Tricycles! Nay, to shun laughter,
Try cycles first, and buy cycles after;
For surely the buyer deserves but the worst
Who would buy cycles, failing to try cycles first.

Bicause I have the still kept fro lyes and blame
And to my power alwaies have I honoured,
Unkynd tong right ill hast thou me rendred
For suche deserft to do me wrek and shame.
In nede of succour moost when that I ame
To aske reward, then standest thou like oon aferd
Alway moost cold, and if thou speke towerd,
It is as in dreme unperfaict and lame.
And ye salt teres again my will eche nyght
That are with me when fayn I would be alone,
Then are ye gone when I should make my mone;
And you so reddy sighes to make me shright,