The twilight sun, retreats to its nadir,
Moon-rise! Flanked by its twinkling fellowship,
And the darkened groves their softest shadows wear,
The night beckons me with its gentle courtship.
I lay on the dew freshened grass,… Read More...
I stood stoic, by the stream, before I could hold no more,
And limbs gave weigh, they’d always been strong,
I ask of those responsible for my gore,
Where did I and my unborn calf go wrong?
Progeny of a free land I was,… Read More...