The Phantom Wood
The woods are deep, and still resoundwith trumpet blasts and calls of hound.The huntsman’s quarry, stag and fox,elude his chase through rills and rocks. There! A wolf crawls from his lair,out for the deer, he…
Inspiring Faith and Creativity & Exploring the Arts through a Spiritual Lens
The woods are deep, and still resoundwith trumpet blasts and calls of hound.The huntsman’s quarry, stag and fox,elude his chase through rills and rocks. There! A wolf crawls from his lair,out for the deer, he…
THE HOUNDS TO THE VILLAGE WILL COME What a fine hunting day and balmy as May And the hounds to the village will come Every friend will be there and all trouble and care Will…
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