Say what you like about him but my ‘oul man could handle a scythe.
Swing it with the easy grace of a matador in a bullring in Barcelona.
Could turn and pivot, sure of foot, like a lithe ballerina on the stage
at the Bolshoi. The grass, defeated with surgical precision, fell in
Added by John Anthony Brennan on August 12, 2016 at 10:00pm — No Comments