Gird your loins, lads:
\nit’s time to pill the cat.<\/p>\n
The October afternoon cooled and darkened
\nhorses stirred restlessly in the paddock
\nworried about a storm moving over the bleak hills<\/p>\n
Charlie, take three of the lads
\nand come in from the north
\nand may God bless you all;
\nI’ll bring the four MacKenzies
\nin from the top of the rise,
\nand\u00a0 we’ll surround her
\nbefore the moon rises.<\/p>\n
Cautiously we rode, hoping . . .<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Gird your loins, lads: it’s time to pill the cat. The October afternoon cooled and darkened horses stirred restlessly in the paddock worried about a storm moving over the bleak hills Charlie, take three of the lads and come in … Continue reading