Author Unknown When a child I lived at Lincoln with my parents on the farm And lessons that my mother taught me have never lost their charm. Oft would she take me on her knee when tired of childish pl… more →
Bonnie aka Nana's MusingsBonnie wrote 2 days ago: Author Unknown When a child I lived at Lincoln with my parents on the farm And lessons that my mothe … more →
Bonnie wrote 2 weeks ago: A foolish little maiden bought a foolish little bonnet, With a ribbon and a feather and a bit of lac … more →
Bonnie wrote 2 weeks ago: The sun was sinking in the West And fell with lingering ray Through the branches of a forest Where a … more →
Bonnie wrote 3 weeks ago: How little we know of each other, As we pass through the journey of life, With its struggles, its fe … more →
Bonnie wrote 3 weeks ago: (By Emma Endicott Marean) “Who having little, yet hath all.” A narrow sphere – how … more →
Bonnie wrote 4 weeks ago: I live for the good of my Nation, And my sons are all growing low, But I hope that my next generatio … more →
Bonnie wrote 1 month ago: I am going far away, Norah, darling; And leaving such an angel far behind; It will break my heart in … more →
Bonnie wrote 1 month ago: ‘Twas midnight on the ocean, Not a street car was in sight, The sun was shining brightly, For … more →
Bonnie wrote 1 month ago: Probably the most famous poem in the world – one that has been translated into as many languag … more →
Bonnie wrote 2 months ago: I’m wearin’ awa’, Jean Like snawreaths in thaw, Jean, I’m wearin’ awa … more →
Bonnie wrote 2 months ago: My name is Peter Emerly, as you may understand, I was born in Prince Edward Island, down by the ocea … more →
Bonnie wrote 2 months ago: Three dollar bills – inanimate things But still around them a mystery clings, Where have they … more →
Bonnie wrote 3 months ago: At the sign of the bell, on the road to Clobmel, Paddy Flaherty kept a neat shebeen; He sold pigs, m … more →
Bonnie wrote 3 months ago: Eileen Alanne, Eileen Alanna Sight of my soul and its queen It seems years have lingered since last … more →
Bonnie wrote 3 months ago: By W.T. Corbett No, I won’t forgive our parson – not down to my dyin’ day, He … more →
Bonnie wrote 3 months ago: We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil, Fighting for the property we gained by honest toi … more →
Bonnie wrote 3 months ago: When the great lights beckon to you, And you sock the bright and gay. When new friends and fancies c … more →
Bonnie wrote 3 months ago: This poem, which has been pronounced one of the finest ever written, has a sad history. During the e … more →
Bonnie wrote 4 months ago: By John G. Whittier Here is the place; right over the hill, Runs the path I took. You can see the ga … more →