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Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He lifted his hand and demanded, "Take your shoes off!" </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>He looked at the wheel hungrily. "Huh! I bet I could bring her up to seventy-five." </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>He looked up over his spectacles. "Yo're from Massachusetts?" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He merely shook his head in commiseration. </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>He never let the lantern drop.<br /> And some exclaimed who saw afar<br /> The figures he described with it,<br /> “I wonder what those signals are </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>He reeled, he lurched, he bobbed, he checked;<br /> He fell and made the lantern rattle<br /> (But saved the light from going out.)<br /> So half-way down he fought the battle </p> </div>)
The Road to Glory + (<div class="poem"> <p>He said, "I's read de Good Book thro',<br /> I's fahmiliar with all de ol' an' new.<br /> Now you's all bette' believe in dis story,<br /> If you's a gonna get yo' a home in glory." </p> </div>)
Our California + (<div class="poem"> <p>He said, when he answered in reply,<br /> "I thought that heaven was up on high.<br /> From what you say of your state so fair,<br /> I think that heaven must be out there." </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>He shut the door.<br /> The Doctor slid a little down the pillow. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He stopped in front of the "prof's," tooted till the heads of the Joneses appeared at the window, waved and shouted, "G'-by, folks. Goin' outa town." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He stopped only once. His friend Lady Vere de Vere was at the edge of town, on a scientific exploring trip in the matter of ethnology and field mice. She hailed him, "Mrwr? Me mrwr!" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He was intimidated. He said, "If you please," and feebly pawed at a<br /> fork. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He was snickering, "Come on, don't be a tightwad. Swell car—poor man with no eats, not even a two-bits flop for tonight. Could yuh loosen up and slip me just a couple bones?" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He was streaking down the road, and Claire was sobbing, "Oh, the lamb, the darling thing! Fretting about his slang, when he wasn't afraid in that horrible nightmare. If we could just do something for him!" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He was turning the Gomez from its straight course, forcing Milt's bug toward the high bank of earth which walled in the road on the left. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>He was unhappy about it. He plucked at a button of the coat. She turned him from the subject. "I hope Lady Vere de Vere is getting warm, too." </p> </div>)
Man's Idiosyncrasy + (<div class="poem"> <p>He went to war and gained renown,<br /> In every fight he stood his ground,<br /> Bullets passed him thick and fast,<br /> Not a scratch from first to last. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Head-gears gaunt on grass-grown pit-banks, seams abandoned years ago; <br /> Drop a stone and listen for its splash in flooded dark below. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Head-gears gaunt on grass-grown pit-banks, seams abandoned years ago; <br /> Drop a stone and listen for its splash in flooded dark below. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Her admiration, the proximity of her fragrant slightness, was pleasant in the dusk, but he did not press her hand again, even when she whispered, "Good night, and thank you—oh, thank you." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Her father spoke for the first time since the Galahad of the tin bug had come: "How much do you think we ought to give this fellow?" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Her father spoke: "You're biting your lips. They'll bleed, if you don't look out. Better stop and rest. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Her guest growled at her—the words coming through a slit at the corner of his rowdy mouth, "Sit still, or I'll run you over." </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Her smile was warm and real. "No. I'm a fool. You told me to put on chains. I didn't. I deserve it." </p> </div>)
Knutsford Park Races + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hey! de flag is gone do'n, oh!<br /> Off at grips de harses go!<br /> Dainty's leadin' at a boun',<br /> Stirrup-cup is gainin' ground':<br /> Strainin', eager strainin' faces<br /> At de Knutsford Park big races. </p> </div>)

Florida Road Workers + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hey, Buddy! <br /> Look at me! </p> </div>)

Florida Road Workers + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hey, Buddy, look! <br /> I'm makin' a road! </p> </div>)
In a Breath + (<div class="poem"> <p>High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of motors. Women trapsing along in flimsy clothes catching play of sun-fire to their skin and eyes. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>His rut-skipping car overtook the mud-walloping Gomez-Dep in an hour, and pulled it out of the mud. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>His tone was so fatherly that I knew only gratitude for being saved from two months in a Texas dungeon. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>His voice became indulgently reassuring. We felt we had done well to wait over a day, and trust to Southern chivalry. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>His voice was cordial; he was their old friend; faithful watcher of their progress. Claire found herself dimpling at him. </p> </div>)
Sung by the Choir + (<div class="poem"> <p>Holy, holy, holy, sang the choir,<br /> From singing holy seemed to never tire,<br /> We were told it was an anthem grand,<br /> Sung in churches through the land. </p> </div>)
Sung by the Choir + (<div class="poem"> <p>Holy, holy, on they sang,<br /> The church with holy, holy, rang,<br /> They kept right on to holy sing,<br /> We thought a change the proper thing. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hope and fear are neck and neck: which is it near the course’s end <br /> Crashes, having lost his nerve; is overtaken on the bend? </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hope and fear are neck and neck: which is it near the course’s end <br /> Crashes, having lost his nerve; is overtaken on the bend? </p> </div>)
The Spirit of Transportation + (<div class="poem"> <p>I am the Spirit of Things that Are,<br /> Born of an urgent need,<br /> Of the Force that lies<br /> In a Man's surmise<br /> In a day ere the Age of Speed. </p> </div>)
The Spirit of Transportation + (<div class="poem"> <p>I am the Spirit of Things that Are,<br /> Born of an urgent need,<br /> Of the Force that lies<br /> In a Man's surmise<br /> In a day ere the Age of Speed. </p> </div>)
Quatrains + (<div class="poem"> <p>I answered Her: The choice is mine—ah, no!<br /> We all were made or marred long, long ago.<br /> The parts are written; hear the super wail:<br /> "Who is stage-managing this cosmic show?" </p> </div>)
A White Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>I breathe the imperishable breath,<br /> I trespass the bounds of death––<br /> For my heart knows all the way<br /> To the eternal day. </p> </div>)
Washington Square + (<div class="poem"> <p>I cannot go:<br /> I dream that behind a window one wakes, a woman:<br /> She is thinking of me. </p> </div>)
A White Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>I follow, I follow––I'll wend<br /> My way on this road to the end;<br /> Silence may keep to the sea,<br /> On land no light shines free. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>I hope it choked him. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>I laughed heartily, and with rapier speed replied, </p> </div>)
The Motor Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>I long for such a day to come once more,<br /> I wait the moment when I may depart;<br /> I part with romance at the city’s door.<br /> The open road’s a pleasure to the heart. </p> </div>)
XI (The Right of Way) + (<div class="poem"> <p>I saw a girl with one leg<br /> over the rail of a balcony </p> </div>)
The Spirit of Transportation + (<div class="poem"> <p>I was at hand when the primal herd<br /> Toiled o'er the heavy sledge,<br /> As they dragged their load<br /> To their cave abode<br /> By the rippling river's edge. </p> </div>)
Florida Road Workers + (<div class="poem"> <p>I'm makin' a road <br /> For the cars to fly by on, <br /> Makin' a road <br /> Through the palmetto thicket <br /> For light and civilization <br /> To travel on. </p> </div>)
Florida Road Workers + (<div class="poem"> <p>I'm makin' a road <br /> For the rich to sweep over <br /> In their big cars <br /> And leave me standin' here. </p> </div>)
Indignation and Jubilation + (<div class="poem"> <p>If all our officers were true<br /> And treated as the same as you,<br /> Our friend would then feel he were safer<br /> Where'er he'd go in a Studebaker. </p> </div>)
Interest Bearing Investments + (<div class="poem"> <p>If interest in your church has died,<br /> It doesn’t revive although you’ve tried,<br /> Just ask yourself and look within<br /> To see what you are putting in. </p> </div>)