TITLE

Peace and Happiness with Every Step

AUTHOR(S)
Welch, Tana Jean
PUB. DATE
January 2009
SOURCE
Fugue;Winter/Spring2009, Issue 36, p68
SOURCE TYPE
Periodical
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
The article presents the poem "Peace and Happiness With Every Step," by Tana Jean Welch. First Line: The landscape changes and changes again; Last Line: arms of men, while others find happiness in solemn summer dusk.
ACCESSION #
40625553

 

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