The Night Mail and Other Poems

[julesapple]

Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods

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Over his shoulder, going down and down

[julesapple]

For the good turf. Digging.

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The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap

[julesapple]

Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge

[julesapple]

Through living roots awaken in my head.

[julesapple]

But I've no spade to follow men like them.

[Hazel at the Hill]

(c'mon, Jules!)

Between my finger and my thumb

[Hazel at the Hill]

The squat pen rests.

[Hazel at the Hill]

I’ll dig with it.

*ta da!

[julesapple]

Feckin' internet connection!!

Thanks Hazel!! xx

What's next?

[julesapple]

PS I am now armed with one of BB's lethal drinks.

[julesapple]

How Lucky I Am

[julesapple]

Willing to listen
Always there

[julesapple]

Heart that are open
Kindness so rare.