As the team’s head brass  5495

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    As the team's head brass flashed out on the turn
    The lovers disappeared into the wood.
    I sat among the boughs of the fallen elm
    That strewed an angle of the fallow, and
    Watched the plough narrowing a yellow square
    Of charlock. Every time the horses turned
    Instead of trading me down, the ploughman leaned
    Upon the handles to say or ask a word,
    About the weather, next about the war.
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