Amidst the woods so dark and deep, Where Robert’s verses often leap. The trails he chose, the roads less trod,…
In the quiet of the night, they remain awake, With dreams deferred, for our own sake, Their hands are calloused,…
In the quiet of the night, your voice still echoes, Through the winding lanes of verse and prose, The flames…
In the quiet shadows of an Irish dawn, Where whispers of the past are gently drawn, The echoes of Yeats…
In halls where wisdom freely flows, A beacon bright, the teacher glows. With patience, grace, and endless care, They shape…
In the woods, beneath the silent trees, Where whispers of the wind carry tales, Robert’s heart finds solace in the…
In the heart of every dawn, they rise, With courage that never fades or dies, Through trials and tribulations they…
In the realm of words and tales, Where knowledge blooms and never pales, A guiding light with wisdomâs grace, Our…
In the shadow of the setting sun, He walked a path of twilight, bold, With words so fierce, his battle…
In the hush of twilight’s end, Where shadows softly blend, Lies the silence, deep and vast, A realm where time…