06-26-2011, 09:39 AM
The village green awaits the yearly fete.
It marks the place and time where people meet.
Emden geese forage through the grassy reeds.
Their throats accompany their hungry deeds.
With wings outstretched they cackle like old crones
It marks the place and time where people meet.
Emden geese forage through the grassy reeds.
Their throats accompany their hungry deeds.
With wings outstretched they cackle like old crones