Screaving Poem by Liam ó Comáin

Screaving

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to bring down apples
we shook tattered limbs
or swiped at single fruit

gathered the loot
into our jackets
and by the time
of arrival home
we had eaten much

others were used to make jam
mother being led to believe
that a farmer granted
what the winds had scattered

unaware of the thrill we had
shaking groping and grasping

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