Dónall Dempsey - The Plough & The Stars

PoemHunter.com 2014-06-14

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I stumble and fall
trying to keep up with Michael and Dolly

as they plough on
ahead

and I follow
in their wake

falling over furrows
that they make.

Dolly's coat glistnes
with the immense effort

the intense strange strong smell of horse.

Uncle Michael
at one with the harrow

muscles taut and tight
controlling everything
with his voice.

I copy him

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