All through that summer at ease we lay,
And daily from the turret wall
We watched the mowers in the hay
And the enemy half a mile away
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We could do nothing, being sold; Our only enemy was gold, And we had no arms to fight it with. It is a great poem showing your artistic skills. 10 for the sharing of the poem.
Such an interesting piece of poetry...... thank you so much for sharing....
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