Forty Words:
Men laboured the martyr way
in meadows of hay,
oblivious of the inclement weather!
To give little children
food and warmth
and moccasins of leather,
'survival' ~ their sole endeavour.
The Wall Street blue...
they saw it through,
forever we'll remember.
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Ah, I remember it well. Nice concise write.