Cards (10)

  • his shoulder globed like a full sail
  • the horses strained at his clicking tongue.
  • An expert.
  • At the headrig, with a single pluck of reins,
  • mapping the furrow exactly.
  • I stumbled in his hobnailed wake, Fell sometimes on the polished sod
  • Sometimes he rode me on his back
  • I wanted to grow up and plough
  • I was a nuisance, tripping, falling, yapping always.
  • But today it is my father who keeps stumbling behind me, and will not go away