Poetry & Verse
Turkeys
By John ClareSource: John Clare - PoetryDB (Public Domain)Short90 words
The turkeys wade the close to catch the bees In the old border full of maple trees And often lay away and breed and come...
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The turkeys wade the close to catch the bees In the old border full of maple trees And often lay away and breed and come And bring a brood of chelping chickens home. The turkey gobbles loud and drops his rag And struts and sprunts his tail and then lets drag His wing on ground and makes a huzzing noise, Nauntles at passer-bye and drives the boys And bounces up and flies at passer-bye.…
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