The stork flew over a town one day,
And back of each wing an infant lay;
One to a rich man’s home he brought,
And one he left at a labourer’s cot.
Oh Ella we all miss you.
This is a lovely poem. Keep writing.
This poem romanticised poverty by calling the poor man happier and resulted in poor not fighting for their legitimate due.This disserved cause of fightfor justice.
such a good poem! it kept me reading on! ....obviously the poor man was richer by mental health!
rest in peace....- Nia
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