Douglas Malloch Home Poems Poets Douglas Malloch Poems March by Douglas Malloch In what a travail is our Springtime bom!— 'Mid leaden skies and garmenture of gloom. When the Geese Come North by Douglas Malloch Their faint "honk-honk" announces them, The geese when they come flying north; The Widow-Maker by Douglas Malloch A loose limb hangs upon a pine three log-lengths from the ground, A norway tumbles with a whine and shakes the woods around. Good Timber by Douglas Malloch The tree that never had to fight For sun and sky and air and light, Be the Best of Whatever You Are by Douglas Malloch If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill, Be a scrub in the valley—but be Undergrowth by Douglas Malloch It ain't the trees that block the trail, It ain't the ash or pine; Keep Your Ears Ahead by Douglas Malloch On the tote-road, on the street, on the trail or tram, I have known a hoss or two, teamster that I am: Undergrowth by Douglas Malloch It ain't the trees that block the trail, It ain't the ash or pine; The Passenger Pigeons by Douglas Malloch Where roam ye now, ye nomads of the air. The old-time heralds o£ our old-time Springs? June by Douglas Malloch I knew that you were coming, June, I knew that you were coming! Among the alders by the stream I heard a partridge drumming; Sanctuary by Douglas Malloch When some one has slipped you the dirk in the dark, When eyes that are loving are lies,