willow wind and whipping wire bending beech and crooked spire wayward homeward flagging cold she walks the lanes of Wexford bold yet caught in mellow thought for those who do not see her bleeding feet her red black hair and eyes as black as peat
07/15/2006
Posted on 07/15/2006Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
this just gives me the chilly willies - a fine piece