Winding Wool

Winding Wool by Robert Service She'd bring me a skein of wool And beg me to hold out my hands; So on my pipe I'd cease to pull And watch her twine the shining strands Into a ball so snug and neat, Perchance a pair of socks to knit To comfort my unworthy feet, Or … Continue reading Winding Wool

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The Charge of the Light Brigade

The Charge of the Light Brigade Alfred, Lord Tennyson Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade!" Was there a … Continue reading The Charge of the Light Brigade