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. They seemed no threat to us at all.
The oldest griefs of summer seem less sad than drone of mowers on suburban lawns and girls'thin laughter, to the ears that hear the soft rain falling of the failing stars.Edgell Rickword
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