Ah acres of my ploughed thought-fields,
Its recall taking long, some lost
In memory O for long frost,
All labour lost, lost much-hoped yields.
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To be alive! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
You have an eye, Edward Louis, to find something of interest as if from lost acres of weeds. I thank you indeed.