.... we were kings for many a day
Thoughts from a potato field in rural Ireland
We ate that day with grubby hands
Silken- floured farls straight from the griddle
The earth our table, the sky our roof
The farmer’s wife rough-red and rude
Poured liquid from a billy can
Golden tea fired our bellies and strengthened our spines
As we stooped and skimmed and shook the soil from
Those golden nuggets
Raped in the virgin furrow
At close of day we bumped along
Tired on the tail end of the tractor trailer
Grasping the crumpled, brown, ten-shilling note
Raced home with field laid bare
Nay not a backward glance
For we were kings for many a day
3 comments:
Mervyn, we'd love to know who's in all the photos, maybe you could post up, next time you post a photo?
dawn see the slideshow
Oh my goodness! I've never seen so many pictures of mum and bros. Lovely!
Might have a go at downloading some of these.
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