Nezinscot River. Not much of a river but she’s mine. Easing through the wilds of Maine, Zigzagging slowly down hills Into the Androscoggin, Nezinscot’s flat water wanders. Silver moon sparkles on her
Minnesota My map of Minnesota Is folded and creased, Narrow pencil lines follow Northerly routes and roads. Easing into St. Paul, Sunday morning suns Outline skyscrapers, Trailer trucks, dirty air And
Updated 8 December 2025 The Sarge Poems Red Skies On Seven December To the Congress of the United States: Yesterday, Dec. 7, 1941 - a date which will live in infamy... Red morning sun rises slowly ove
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