William Brand Posted February 20, 2023 Share Posted February 20, 2023 The English barred us in that yesterday and took the shelter of the field away We gave it up with jealous wonting ever and vowed return in some unseen December But as the years went swiftly by we raised a glass in silent cry For corral fields and rampart skies New songs unsung and well told lies Bring back the laughter and embraces Which gather strangers to those places Quick to friendship and romances Brimmed with laughter and stolen glances Riots brewed by auctioneers In tents full filled with privateers Another Solstice come and gone No song, no words, no fort anon - William Brand "That December Fort" February 20, 2023 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mary Diamond Posted February 22, 2023 Share Posted February 22, 2023 You have such a gift… Oooh, shiny! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
William Brand Posted February 23, 2023 Author Share Posted February 23, 2023 On 2/21/2023 at 11:13 PM, Mary Diamond said: You have such a gift… Thank you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
madPete Posted August 28, 2023 Share Posted August 28, 2023 And it pretty much says it all - Such a word warrior! Aye... Plunder Awaits! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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