Western Hills
A hill, out West, grows lanky and lean, No soft grass on it, no flabby green, Sun-tanned, wind-wrinkled, leather-skinned land, Tough and wiry as an... More
About: Elizabeth-Ellen Long
Posts by Elizabeth-Ellen Long:
Spring Song for a Very Young Tree
Not quite a tree until this spring, When birds with straw and bits of string Declared it ready to take part In ancient rites about... More
