Straight And True Poem by john (called jack) wren
Straight And True
Tired and weary lie the stones of the field
thrown and scattered by the Ploughman's shield
unearthed from their bed of soil and clay
ready for taking by young boys at play
the tail of the Mare flicks to and fro
fighting flies in attendance blow by blow
straight and true is the Ploughman's eye
as his Mare ignores all the hue and cry
the ploughed field is a sight to behold
as Man and Horse return to the fold
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