Blacksmith saddles and shoes the horse
As ironsmith hammers with precision and force
Baker doughs and kneads the bread
And the farmer’s wife sees the animals fed
Children sit in the schoolroom and learn
As the clockmaker watches the fingers turn
The doctor tends to those not well
And market stalls heave with things to sell
The carpenter smooths and cuts the wood
As the bookkeeper keeps things looking good
The dressmaker knits and sews with ease
And the town crier bellows as he reads
Throughout the land of Everplain
Similar village folk do the same
Some unaware of the desperate plight
By the gods’ domain on the Mount of Light
Nice opening Tom! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks, Prenin.
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Uh-oh. I sense conflict brewing. Well done! 🙂
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Thanks, Diane.
There may be a few clouds on the horizon…
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