Follower

• my father worked with a

  horse-plough
• like a full sail

  strung
• an..


  expert
• bright steel-pointed


  sock
• I stumbled in his hob

  nailed wake
• he rode me


  on his back
• i wanted to grow up

  and plough
• all I ever did

  was follow
• broad


  shadow around the farm
• I was a nuisance


  tripping, falling, yapping always
• but today it is my father who keeps

  stumbling behind me and will not go away
• Poet


  Seamus Heaney
• Date


  1966
• form


  four stanzas close stanzaLines of poetry that make up a section; a verse., each of five lines in length.
• rhyme


  abaca