Herbert Bashford

Poems (4)

• By the Pacific

  From this quaint cabin window I can see / The strange, vague line of ghostly drift-wood, though …

• Morning in Camp

  A Bed of ashes and a half-burned brand / Now mark the spot where last night’s campfire sprung …

• Night in Camp

  Fierce burns our fire of driftwood; overhead / Gaunt maples lift arms against the night; …

• The Arid Lands

  These lands are clothed in burning weather, / These parched lands pant for God’s cool rain; …