poetry form

the earth keeps some vibration going
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
stand here by my side
hang no wreath
my sorrow, when she's here with me
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
the old west, the old time
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
doubtless i remember still
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
i had a dream and i awoke with it
have we no shame?
she heard the children playing in the sun
i think it just splendid