Tag: Edmund Blunden
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Forefathers
Forefathers Edmund Blunden Here they went with smock and crook, Toiled in the sun, lolled in the shade, Here they mudded out the brook And here their hatchet cleared the glade: Harvest-supper woke their wit, Huntsmen’s moon their wooings lit. From this church they led their brides, From this church themselves were led Shoulder-high; on…
Dan Yingst 