folktale (Remove filter)
CrowLore
Crow Lore
We sit and watch the world go by
On fences long and oak trees high
The waxing moon the setting sun
We are the crows of Albion
We chronicle the human ways
Their restless nights and confused days
Mother, daughter, father, son
We are the crows of Albion
Our stories written down in books
Guarded well by crows and rooks
And no one knows what we ...
Sunday 18th October 2020 6:33 pm
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on This Silent Landscape
26 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Sonnet No 333
40 minutes ago
David RL Moore on Tragic Bus
2 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Children of Gazza
3 hours ago
Martin Peacock on Connected
3 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Cheer
3 hours ago
Martin Peacock on Seeds of Joy and Sorrow
3 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Trinity River Days
4 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Seeds of Joy and Sorrow
4 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Meanwhile, in Ukraine
4 hours ago