Poems by Anderson Robert Thompson
Mosquitoes
... ion sure, (Here all may lend their dittoes)Whatever pangs we there endure May there be no mosquitoes ...
The Old Timer
... he cool wind on my cheek As I ride far from men--But God! I am so old and weak I'll never ride again ...
White Sand
... are rich and grand,Our hearts will cherish a scene well known, Cooking Lake and the long white sand ...
