Monday, October 26, 2020

Across The Fields Comments

Rating: 0.0

Who would not remember the years of my youth when as a boy
I went out under summer skies whistling for flowers with joy
Across the wide open fields, no fence no hurdle to bar my walk
I never heeded when I crossed a humane made balk
...
Read full text

Nero CaroZiv
COMMENTS
Close
Error Success