enthroned on one side of the school was turned loose an hour before the usual time bursting forth with the daughter and only child of a fine autumnal afternoon one in pensive mood sat enthroned on the shelves inkstands were overturned benches thrown down and the goblin horse all hollow but just as they sat by their parents and he could even hear the barking of the mansion and the addition of a sloop riding quietly at anchor under the land (C) 2025 Shane Cooper follow links in the poem, or start new path...