the thrush by Desmond Graham
the thrush last night our old thrush in the square descended from the ones who sang to soldiers as they rested from the Roman Wall – safe Syrians who set their bows aside and Belgians br ...
the thrush last night our old thrush in the square descended from the ones who sang to soldiers as they rested from the Roman Wall – safe Syrians who set their bows aside and Belgians br ...