Poem about a mountain stag and his hind, on the high mountains in the season of the roar….

From a project to build an iron-age settlement, in a patch of woodland at a local primary school.

I used to ramble through antique shops just to find an inexpensive treasure.

Another poem about a white stag.

As dawn breaks through the forest, a stag returns home.

A hunter and a stag together experience something unbelievable.