the window now, framing the steady gaze,the fenced-in beauty of horses.
from Buckskin, Indiana, a poem by Roger Pfingston
Here is an old song called Last Holdout:
the window now, framing the steady gaze,the fenced-in beauty of horses.
from Buckskin, Indiana, a poem by Roger Pfingston
Here is an old song called Last Holdout:
tony starling kidd 