A sea witch runs ever free

The mosses, waters, slaps, and stiles,  That lie between us and our hame,  Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame,  Gathering…

Lake takes

Or deep thoughts thunk on an enchanted Canadian lake during my three week hiatus from American madness. Every couple or…

A country not my own

Nobody could stand forth now in America and say “I am guiltless. I had no part in this. I did…