Adeline Foster Poems

, Hand-Haying

The rhythm of the scythe plume
In the summer heat.
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~ The Last Rung On Your Ladder


Well-up my tears in a bottle;
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I CANNOT RETURN

I cannot return,
For all my need, for all my want;
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.Sea-Shell Shope

She sells those sea shells
Along the sea shore
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.Grief Is

Grief is a many varied thing
And variously is caused.
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~ Mother Dear, O Mother Dear


Mother dear, oh Mother dear, were you ever young?
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October's fingers
Slip the golden gowns of trees
To woodland carpet
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Forever in the caverns of my heart
Roam spirits of the loves I leave behind.
Ever will the echo of their touch
Leave patterns of their footsteps in my mind.
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-Lies

Here - here is the blade.
See there the tell-tale stain's impact;
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~ Many A Mother Is Forgotten Today

Many a mother is forgotten today
For whatever reasons there are.
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