Various poems by Janice N. Harrington are presented. "You Can Lead a Horse to Water But You Can't Make it Drink". First Line: Memory—ol' sawbones, nag and crowbait, ol' gluepot—aren't; Last Line: into their nostrils, my wordless breath that tells them everything. "His First Art Lesson". First Line: On the floor of a stable, atop a hay bale.