The Night Mail and Other Poems

**julesapple** · 31-12-2013, 10:29 PM

Where he was digging.

**julesapple** · 31-12-2013, 10:30 PM

The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft

**julesapple** · 31-12-2013, 10:30 PM

Against the inside knee was levered firmly.

**julesapple** · 31-12-2013, 10:31 PM

He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep

**julesapple** · 31-12-2013, 10:31 PM

To scatter new potatoes that we picked,

**julesapple** · 31-12-2013, 10:32 PM

Loving their cool hardness in our hands.

**julesapple** · 31-12-2013, 10:33 PM

By God, the old man could handle a spade.

**julesapple** · 31-12-2013, 10:33 PM

Just like his old man.

**Hazel at the Hill** · 31-12-2013, 10:33 PM

(pass Jules a glass of summat, will you???)

**julesapple** · 31-12-2013, 10:34 PM

My grandfather cut more turf in a day

**julesapple** · 31-12-2013, 10:34 PM

(I'm contemplating the Amaretto/Rum concoction!)

**julesapple** · 31-12-2013, 10:35 PM

Than any other man on Toner's bog.

**julesapple** · 31-12-2013, 10:35 PM

Once I carried him milk in a bottle

**julesapple** · 31-12-2013, 10:36 PM

Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up

**julesapple** · 31-12-2013, 10:36 PM

To drink it, then fell to right away

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