Ann Curwood
grey dirt coats the ground the twisted tea tree waiting bouncing prostrate limb my faithful horse for riding till bells end our lunchtime play waves crashing in my ears salty air in my nose remembering you daggy dad in old…
grey dirt coats the ground the twisted tea tree waiting bouncing prostrate limb my faithful horse for riding till bells end our lunchtime play waves crashing in my ears salty air in my nose remembering you daggy dad in old…