Sun glow
Aloft and windward
Intrepid
Missing in rain
Hunting tale
Ring-necked Pheasants are not imaginary
Sir Gaunie and the Witch
“Witching Creek” painted with watercolors by Sanford Ross Bender in May, 1982.
King Henry was a mighty man,
Who lived in Engeland,
No harm e’re fell on honest folk,
From out of Henry’s hand.
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Sir Gaunie was a noble knight,
Handsome for to see,
And he’s to marry with a witch,
To save King Henery.
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The witch from out the deep, green wood,
Told Henry what to say,
She told him that a woman always,
Wanted for her way.
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King Henry answered well and true.
He spake so bright, so gay
The Baron sadly hung his head.
And sadly rode away.
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Sir Gaunie was a noble knight,
And many a tear was shed,
The day he married with a witch,
And taken her to bed.
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‘Twas then she turned a princess fair,
And though they all did try,
No fairer one was ever seen,
With sight of human eye.
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Swimming to the moon
Tiptoe into Dreams on the Night Train
Lost Money
