The Old House
The Old House
The old house
Shades its eyes
Against the golden glow
Of the afternoon sun.
27th February 1989
The old house
Shades its eyes
Against the golden glow
Of the afternoon sun.
27th February 1989
My Father
My Father What if I were to die today? I dreamt I saw my father Tall and gaunt Wearing his old MacKinlay kilt Too long for him A shroud maybe? He looked at me at first, But when I moved forward He wouldn't come near me Or Look at me!
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