The Calm, Cool Face Of The River,

I Felt Very Bad In Washington. . . I Didn't Like My Job, And I Didn't Know What Was Going To Happen To Me, And I Was Cold And Half-hungry, So I Wrote A Great Many Poems.

America Never Was America To Me And Yet I Swear This Oath - America Will Be!

While Over Alabama Earth These Words Are Gently Spoken: Serve And Hate Will Die Unborn. Love And Chains Are Broken.

Life Dosent Frighten Me At All.

Humor Is Laughing At What You Haven't Got When You Ought To Have It.