The Sentries of Parnagie Hill

An original poem Down from the mountains, an odd pair they come,Relieved from the watch they have kept since autumnA cry from the city rings through the spring chill,‘Here’s two more—the sentries from Parnagie Hill!’ And in through the gates, with a spring in their step,Stroll two men in breastplate, dark armour and capSmelling ofContinue reading “The Sentries of Parnagie Hill”