Lady,Upon the ferment of the restless seas You were born; motherless, fatherless, primordial of the sea.
Your realm is of pleasure and the moment-ephemeral; Your anger quick as a summer storm and as quickly spent. 62 more words
The poor horse was startled by the queer crowd. It stood up waving its front legs frantically. Everybody panicked and backed up. The men who were dressed as cowboys tried to calm the beast but it didn’t work. 113 more words