| The Beat |
The sound of guns carried on the chilly air,
The beaters on the ground,
Barking dogs and beating sticks,
The Pheasants start to run,
Afraid to take to flight,
A target in the sky,
They might become.......
Heart Break, Divorce, Survival, Personal Growth, Hope and Faith
Gusting winds, November rain, Then the snow , Leaves come drifting down, To fall on woodland floors, Carpeting the ground in layers, Where ...