Slow silent flows the river
Slow silent flows the riverPast willow, rush and grassMountain bornSnow fedAged nowSilt ladenMeandering, turgidGiving of its beingAs it passesHeading onwardsTowards […]
Thoughts
Passing By
How many years have these stonesHere stood?Mute watchers of hurrying seasonsHere where once lived voices’Neath turf and heather roofedLie now
To The Unknown Victim
Did you suffer badly, I wonder,In that time of pain?Did they destroy your soulAs easily as they destroyed your body?When