Poems from Sam Steele
It’s a time of sweet joy, when a man, not a boy,
Says to his kith and my kin,
I’ve learnt what I could, some bad and some good,
The next...
(Cruth-tire is Scots Gaelic for 'Landscape')
Take it from me, the things you can see
The wonders your eyes will behold
Mother Nature did...
Mine’s a gun-based culture and shooting is my thing
To my local firing range, guns and bullets I will bring
I fire handsome weapons at the...