My Poetry. Summer.
Beneath the golden arc of sun,Where endless azure skies have spun,Summer whispers, sweet and clear,With warmth that draws the heart...
11 June 2024
A Blog of Poetry, Short Stories and Everything Scottish.
Beneath the golden arc of sun,Where endless azure skies have spun,Summer whispers, sweet and clear,With warmth that draws the heart...
After a long cold winter it’s nice to see the sun in its glory It makes you feel free. The...