I was flipping through a poetry anthology this evening, and came upon this poem by Sarah Norcliffe Cleghorn (1876-1959) that I thought I would share.
The Golf Links
The golf links lie so near the mill
That almost every day
The laboring children can look out
And see the men at play
Sunday, August 02, 2020
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