I saw within the wheelwright’s shed
The big round cartwheels, blue and red;
A plough with blunted share;
A blue tin jug; a broken chair;
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a wonderful descriptive poem that transports the reader back to the time and of what living in a village was like?
ATTENTION PLEASE, I left here yesterday my comments upon MAKING CIDER, but that does not appear till now.