Best Axemen Poems

Long ago,the guinea fowls congregated 
Clourfully and innumerably 
And sang sweet songs 
And played in the savanah
They sang for the for the antelopes 
To leap  and dance in the beautiful grass lands
 The farm boys listened and danced too
And their hearts were merry

At night...

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There once was a young tree in the forest surrounded by magnificent elders.  Oh, true enough, there were stumps aplenty around. They were the remains of those gone before, cut by the cruel axemen.

Some very old trees, huge ones, lay on the ground around...

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Towards the woods I made my way
And trees of green there lay
Swaying in the gentle breeze
With branches in the mist

The leaves they sing a rustling song
The birds they fly in lines of long
The leaves the branches try to hold
Afraid to lose them in the cold

The...

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The British traded with Major Murfree,
a galling fire the redcoats did see,
while Wayne waded through the deep swampland,
at the front a corps of axemen did walk,
to cut down abbatis that might still block,
the slogging pace of Wayne’s fine, picked men.

Crossed the marshes, ‘cross the strand,
to...

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