Drums Along The Mohawk Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

Drums Along The Mohawk



go caught
gee jaw
we saw
the ending
spending grains of truth refrains
serious aims
of the southen poor man
can i catch a cannon ball
no, none, not at all
that was them, yall

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