Arthur Richards Poems


Oh fate,
Raise not thy raucous voice
To fill mine ears
With sounds of strife;... more »

A Mother's Job

Apple pie baker. Pumpkin face maker,
Laundress, seamstress, cook.
Dishwasher, sweeper, household maid,
A doctor who cures... more »

Woodstock Revisited

There once was a hippie so bright
Her remarks were a constant delight;
To her friends she would boast
That she flew coast to coast... more »

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