The Old Man Of Scarrow Poem by graham russell
The Old Man Of Scarrow
the old man of scarrow
did make music to make
you cry.
music of such beauty
would be at his every
finger tip.
joy would flow as he caressed
his harp of gold.
the world wept to see him play
the music of the celtic lands.
this old man of scarrow
that legends would behold.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
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