Maire Rua Poem by Liam ó Comáin
Maire Rua
Stocky and middle aged
with a tweed cap to shade
churning soil revealing
clods glinting
Smelling of oil
in a march field
mumbling an odd curse
A character
capable of matching
most males
Lover of the land
and adept at house work
but ill at ease without the horse
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: horse
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