Song Fragment: Little Apple
Weight trimmed, return from the haft
Light opens into reflection,
Steel, braid to braid,
shallow filled to surface,
Brush by the mirror, silhouette retreats
And before my blood water rises
The pommel flat to body
Nicely done, Peter. I'm sure Bruce would like this one.
Les
Les
Thanks, Les. I was also thinking of 210, our Mexican Cowboy.
Peter