Hungry hunters
the craving in carving, give cunning hunter of many moose, his meat for families so gods now grace us, gallant catch today the haunting hunger, in homes no more —- […]
Category Archives: Alliterative verse
Withered leaf – alliterative verse
Wintry wind, left withered leaf Met this morning, maple color Ruefully reminded, recalling chills So sorry summer, solace left me — A little experiment in writing alliterative verse. It should […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 