The Labourer Poem by Liam ó Comáin

The Labourer

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he drove bullocks to market
as cold rain lashed the land
saturated to the skin
a drovers apprentice
excused from schooling

experiencing the back
breaking task of gathering
spuds on a frosty morning
the black earth encrusting
his staple diet

under burning sun
spading turf in the
mountain silence
earning winter heat
by the sweat of his brow

would he swap with those
who romance labouring tasks
for the residue of past work
now pains his aged frame

lying within the human field
until nurtured with age
it sprouts forth like
corn shoots from harrowed soil

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Sadiqullah Khan 03 December 2008

Great empathy and true feelings penned here with zeal, , , , ,10

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