Flies the Coop

With Dreams of Adventure, I Smoke From My Longpipe Beneath the Stars

An Empty Tankard of Ale at the Floating Log Inn

Along the Great East Road Cows Graze on Emerald Fields

An Apple Tart Between Seed Cake and Buttered Scone

Memories in Wildflower and the Setting Sun

Have My Eyes Seen a Phantasm in the Shadow of Camp?

Morning Rain by the Overhill Yards, a Harvest of Wet Lumber

Through the Bindbole Wood