Atop the house stood I with glee, Imaginative anticipation in wild sprint, Gin to sink, smoke to flare, Head be soaked, mind high and spin. The mansion, a nest to a poet, Housing hungry desires and selfish fulfillments. Meat gobbled, bread reduced, wine slobbered. Laughter shook and merriment soared. Richland, a terror centre to trouble,… Continue reading RICHLAND