About Amelia Wire Holmes Aaron
1902 - 2000/AmericanAmelia Aaron was born in Louisiana. She was a businesswoman, and was accomplished in music and poetry. She lived to be 98 years old and she died in her home state of Louisiana. For most of her life she entertained people by playing the piano and singin
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Poetry & Stories
Prayer Magic
Last night I prayedSoftly, peacefully, and still,
The Whistling Milkman
That whistling Milkman so long agoWith tunes so happy and gay,
Paths
Paths really fascinate meGuess they always will,
Jewels
She never had a diamondTo grace her small left hand,
Thanks For Rain
The thirsty earthDrinks up the rain,
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Who is Amelia Wire Holmes Aaron?
1902 - 2000/AmericanAmelia Aaron was born in Louisiana. She was a businesswoman, and was accomplished in music and poetry.
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Kavishala has 16 poems and stories by Amelia Wire Holmes Aaron, free to read on this page, along with selected quotes you can share.
Poems & Stories by Amelia Wire Holmes Aaron
Prayer Magic
Last night I prayedSoftly, peacefully, and still,
The Whistling Milkman
That whistling Milkman so long agoWith tunes so happy and gay,
Paths
Paths really fascinate meGuess they always will,
Jewels
She never had a diamondTo grace her small left hand,
Thanks For Rain
The thirsty earthDrinks up the rain,
Wake Up Time
I'm snoozing my best in the morningAlong about sun up,
The Five Senses
Somethings can touch you deep insideCan make you want to cry,
August
Did someone scatter cornflakesAll over the ground?
Lonely August
As the locusts sang in the twilight heatThe Sun no longer baked the city-street,
Fond Memories Of Farm Life
The frost is always the whitestOn the corn-crib and the barn,
Hopeful
Will my heavenly wings be splendidWill they sparkle like the dew?
Whither Or Whether
Feet,Wherever thou goest today,
Selected Quotes by Amelia Wire Holmes Aaron (चुनिंदा उद्धरण)
Somethings can touch you deep insideCan make you want to cry,
Last night I prayedSoftly, peacefully, and still,
The thirsty earthDrinks up the rain,
As the locusts sang in the twilight heatThe Sun no longer baked the city-street,
That whistling Milkman so long agoWith tunes so happy and gay,
The frost is always the whitestOn the corn-crib and the barn,
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