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On An Apple-Ripe September Morning

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On an apple-ripe September morning
Through the mist-chill fields I went
With a pitch-fork on my shoulder
Less for use than for devilment.

The threshing mill was set-up, I knew,
In Cassidy's haggard last night,
And we owed them a day at the threshing
Since last year. O it was delight

To be paying bills of laughter
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Margaret G. Kiernan 17 September 2020

Exquisite poetry from my favourite writer.

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Dr Antony Theodore 29 January 2020

And I thought of the wasps' nest in the bank And how I got chased one day Leaving the drag and the scraw-knife behind, How I covered my face with hay... very fine poem dear poet.

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Patrick Haughey 09 November 2013

I can smell the apples in the orchard, hear the sound of the thresher and see a picture so clear, i am in a time warp. what brilliance

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Michael Caroff 12 July 2012

This is exquisite and relatable for me, growing up is the pastoral old mountains of western PA where ones youth may well have included the odd chore of aiding a neighbor in the fields.

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