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Jul 2019
This night ,
Pray the sun will not rise ,
for it will  Scorch the skies ,
For when it does you must board up the shutters tight
so there will be no light.,
In thy house this night .

Pray and watch you’re corn in the field ,
so it does not burn.
Pray the wind will be stilled ,
so not to spread so it will yeald .

For the sun ?
For  the sun let it not burn the corn that ,
by Gods good hand feeds this land ..
Next year the rains.may **** the seeds what harvest crown ,
or blight the lands of crop we need ,
to grind the flour to maketh our bread .

And God in his judgement punish all
lest we forgive our sins in the parish hall .
So pray this night the flies eggs don’t hatch ,
they brought the rats that killed the cat ,
that attracts the flies
to the water pump ,
that brought disease and death .

So the sun rose the following day ,
there were no clouds ,
and by midday ,
it hung like a god in the stars .,

Then by the evening sun ,
dark clouds had begun ,
rolling thunder across the meadow,
and the rain splutters and drowns like sins mortal crown,.
rots the ground ,
their seeds lost forever .
Traveller in time
Written by
Traveller in time  Ashford. Middx
(Ashford. Middx)   
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