Jan
29
2016
My life is slipping awayLike an ever flowing riverYet only rarely do I sayLook! there's the river
Dec
27
2013
Christmas Eve and twelve of the clock
'Now they are all on their knees',
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in heartfelt ease.
We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawey pen,
Nor did it...