In silent fields where shadows play, Brave souls once stood, now far away. Their echoes whisper through the night, Of…
In fields of honor, they stood tall, Bearing the weight of freedomâs call. Through nights of fear and days of…
In Stratford’s quiet, humble town, A bard was born to earn renown. With quill in hand, the world he’d sway,…
In the quiet moments of dawn, When shadows gently break away, A father’s love is softly drawn, Guiding us through…
In her gentle arms, I find solace, A soft whisper of ancient tales, Her silver hair, a crown of wisdom,…
Beneath the whispering pines she wandered, Seeking solace in the embrace of nature’s hands, With every step, her spirit pondered,…
In the still of night, where whispers softly tread, Streets of cobblestone echo tales unsaid. The moonlight bathes the ancient…
In the quiet of the evening’s light, A poet’s spirit took its flight, W.B. Yeats, whose words did weave A…
In the shadows of poetic minds entwined, Where love and torment fiercely combined, Ted and Sylvia, a tale of woe…