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Herbert Bashford
Poems
(5)
By the Pacific
From this quaint cabin window I can see
Morning in Camp
A Bed of ashes and a half-burned brand
Night in Camp
Fierce burns our fire of driftwood; overhead
Quatrains
Mount Rainier
The Arid Lands
These lands are clothed in burning weather,