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The Mores

Rating: 2.9

Far spread the moorey ground a level scene
Bespread with rush and one eternal green
That never felt the rage of blundering plough
Though centurys wreathed spring's blossoms on its brow
Still meeting plains that stretched them far away
In uncheckt shadows of green brown, and grey
Unbounded freedom ruled the wandering scene
Nor fence of ownership crept in between
To hide the prospect of the following eye
Its only bondage was the circling sky

One mighty flat undwarfed by bush and tree
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Susan Williams 30 December 2015

This is amazing- the spelling and words are from another time and that should make us stumble but I found the flow went on unimpeded by the ages.

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Brian Jani 04 May 2014

Wow I love this piece of poetry john

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