Monday, September 3, 2007

The Golf Links

Sarah N. Cleghorn (1876-1959)

The golf links lie so near the mill
That almost every day
The laboring children can look out
And see the men at play.
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11 comments:

  1. danSeptember 3, 2007 at 10:25 AM

    from Immortal Poems of the English Language

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 21, 2007 at 7:53 PM

    so much in so few words

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  3. AnonymousOctober 26, 2011 at 7:18 PM

    to short

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  4. AnonymousJanuary 11, 2012 at 4:38 PM

    good poem but i wonder who the narrator is, and i feel really bad for those poor kids who have to work and those stupid men who are probably making the kids work

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  5. AnonymousOctober 30, 2013 at 2:29 PM

    : (

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  6. AnonymousOctober 30, 2013 at 3:03 PM

    I am literally crying...
    :( :( :( :( :( :(

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  7. AnonymousOctober 30, 2013 at 7:07 PM

    im sad

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  8. AnonymousOctober 30, 2013 at 7:07 PM

    this is weird...

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  9. UnknownOctober 30, 2013 at 7:34 PM

    That is really sad. D:

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  10. Wild DogOctober 22, 2014 at 2:20 PM

    Amazing. It takes some skill to do that.

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  11. AnonymousOctober 19, 2016 at 3:00 PM

    CHILD LABOR IS SO LAST cenchery

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