Photo & Poem Gallery

HaHaHaHa
HaHaHaHa
mcox

Hallowe'en

Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite
All are on their rounds to-night,—
   In the wan moon’s silver ray
   Thrives their helter-skelter play.
 
Fond of cellar, barn, or stack
True unto the almanac,
   They present to credulous eyes

Haystack Rock, Oregon
Haystack Rock, Oregon
ggwray

Majestic Haystack

Majestic Haystack, Empress of my life,
Your ample waist
Just fits the gown I fancy for my wife,
And suits my taste;
Yet there you stand, flat-footed, square and deep,
An unresponsive, elephantine heap,
Coquetting with the stars while I’m asleep,

Grand Central
Grand Central
mcox

Eagle Plain

The American eagle is not aware he is
the American eagle. He is never tempted
to look modest.

When orators advertise the American eagle’s
virtues, the American eagle is not listening.
This is his virtue.

September
September
mcox

This Morning

This morning was something. A little snow
lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear
blue sky. The sea was blue, and blue-green,
as far as the eye could see.
Scarcely a ripple. Calm. I dressed and went
for a walk—determined not to return

Tide
Tide
mcox

Dover Beach

The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!

The Landscape of Golf, Quinta do Gramacho Algarve, Portugal
The Landscape of Golf, Quinta do Gramacho Algarve, Portugal
mcox

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
Sand there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

"The Landscape of Golf". Koele Golf Course, Lanaii, Hawaii
"The Landscape of Golf". Koele Golf Course, Lanaii, Hawaii
mcox

Under The Pines

Under the pines, on a summer's day,

I list to a whisper from far away.

And, lying low, with my half closed eyes,

Behold the beauty of fairer skies.

Some say 'tis the sound of the sighing sea,

Whose distant murmur steals over me;