The Blizzard Voices
According To Weather ReportsAs The News Of The Storm Got OutCorn Was At Twelve Cents A BushelDepending Where On The PlainsEarly In The EveningEighteen Eighty-eight, A ThursdayFather And I Had Pulled The Pump UpFather Had Plowed A Fire-guardFather Turned Over The WagonFather Was Ill With The MumpsThe First Thing We Noticed That DayHow The Good Lord, In HisI Didn't Like Our TeacherI Don't Remember The NameI Had Been To The SchoolhouseI Remember How In That WindI Spent That Night In A ShedI Was An Ohio GirlI Was Embarrassed All RightI Was Teaching In KansasIn All My Years I Never SawThe Indians Were Too SmartLois Mae Royce Was TeachingMy Henry Was Cutting IceMy Maiden Name Was HannaOne Man Who Was Lost That DayOne Of The Holverson BoysOne Of The Older Boys DaredThe Searching Parties Started OutSo Go The Old StoriesThat Morning, The Sun Had Been OutThat Spring, When The Weather WarmedWe Lived In Looking-glass ValleyWe Older Students Went HomeWe Were Out Of Flour For BreadWhen The Wind And Snowstorm Struck--Table of Poems fromPoem Finder®--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.