by Tom Eadie | Oct 13, 2010 | Poetry
Home at last to the familiar damp shallow valley, Smug beyond smut spattered collier burrowed woodlands, Helter skelter rail clattering shadow travelled cornfields, Ear-piercingly squealing across rain leaky roadbridge, To anonymously steal from the smoky stone...
by Tom Eadie | Oct 13, 2010 | Poetry
See the sun silvered sweep of immature wheat Encircling that insignificant lane, which once secreted A host of exhausted eyes, and bestowed such gracious seconds Of succour to the stupefied minds of they who trembled In petrified prayer, then sacrificed youth above...
