Eagles cry, eagles haunt Above moorland Of grouse And heather And life Myriad sheep trod paths Lead me deeper Into this delightful, deceptive freedom On…
The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
Eagles cry, eagles haunt Above moorland Of grouse And heather And life Myriad sheep trod paths Lead me deeper Into this delightful, deceptive freedom On…
The grey cold of winter rain lashes face and hands and me. Raven clouds dark as my damaged thoughts lie overhead, threatening, sinister. Muddy paths…