A selection from Vagabonds and Sundries My feast days come When the apples are ripe And the blueberries Hang heavy with juice. My communal wine Is the crisp salty liquor sipped From the oysters that grow Along the black rocks in the bays. On the afternoons when...
My Religion Is New England —A selection from Vagabonds and Sundries Image © by L.M. Browning My feast days come When the apples are ripe And the blueberries Hang heavy with juice. My communal wine Is the crisp salty liquor sipped From the...
