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Monday, October 10, 2011

The Furrow Followed

A'rear the Suffolks' sure foot gait
And sturdy flank of silent muscle power,
Shining steel of ploughshare cuts a wake,
With scent of earth turned, new and clean,
All held by skills that keep straight
With every corner matched in perfect line,
For the gathered gulls to glean.

And as the father cut the furrow, so does son,
A'helm two hundred horses diesel burning,
Hauling tenshare, cutting with the roar;
Toward the dying day, earth still churning,
With no ploughman's ‘Hold boy! ' check or ‘Woah! '
Headlights pierce the boundless fields of night,
And lines still straight and true,
Beneath the stars and watching satellite.
Patrick Ladbrooke
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The Suffolk Punch is an endangered breed of heavy horse, as is the the old boy ploughing. The poem was inspired by a couple of Seamus Heaney's excellent works.
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