This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.The wild geese fly through the pearl grey skies,Winging their way on Winter's breath.Gulls cry and squawk in the mudOf the estuary's banks,Pecking and...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.The wild geese fly through the pearl grey skies,Winging their way on Winter's breath.Gulls cry and squawk in the mudOf the estuary's banks,Pecking and...