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The Golden Dusty Days
Long gone are the golden Dusty days! Where once, like Blazons On Armorial Shields, The gathered bronze sheaths stood - Cut through at the stalk... Raised from time honoured swathes. Burnished like brushed copper By high summers slanted rays: That were sliced so thinly From the thickening air, As they brightly Caught the hot glare, From the grass mowers blades. For the singing scythes, Once wielded so ably By strong, capable arms, Are standing abandoned and Forsaken: Blunted, left rusting, Languishing alone In damp, dilapidated barns. Now their songs are forgotten - Lost within a woeful winds lament! Blown far out From the green meadows; Separated from their verses Once sung so heartily With purposeful, Lusty, well practiced intent. So think you all well, Next time you pause Your drawn eye, Upon Englands rich harvests Of ripened barley, Yellow wheat, and stiff rye... To dwell on the lost seasons With melancholy tears... And think of the old reaper Who cuts back at the years!
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