Words Written at the Door of the Robin Gill Cottage
Today, none fear death, bar those that flee, From the aim of a hunters gun, Mere deer, who shadows make among the …
Today, none fear death, bar those that flee, From the aim of a hunters gun, Mere deer, who shadows make among the …
He rides again, against the windmills, Or at least his children do… Modern day Don Quixote’s Who to their cause are true. …