She Loved Not Him Who Her Father Chose
A poem I wrote some years back, on love, a disapproving family, and a tragedy of murder and suicide! which I now …
This Is What Death Looks Like
The wild stare as his last breath His weakened lungs struggled to make A gaping mouth as to breath He tries, his …
The Curse of a Bride Jilted
In Scottish fashion to be wed Hugh Mc Kee to the Tavern did go And all were assembled there Bar the bride …