Corn Mountain

Curlews crake against white limestone walls Their echo shrill in the early mist Wake those who danced the night before As bog sighs from heat release and black water buzzes The insects a top scoot in siderwinder display Heather hangs over and down to the slime in purple and yellow brown A bicycle grounded on a nettled floor and endless sting Dance long over and handle bars long relieved Of scent of a young lady's dress up lifted by seam. Corn mountain awakes and crows upon the light but corncrake was there first Mountain clicks and breathes with new sunshine and old scenes the hay the turf The window curtain a saucer hidden with red meat a treat unseen Oh why does father not approve Up, out, blue pooch curtain breaks open and feet to hessian mat Get up quick the fox was down was in and took the best Rhode Island red Never to lay never to feed nor mend the mesh but dance dance dance Kneading and current buttermilk bray and toss and knead away The heat remains and cooks and pots the bread upon the air Sweet smell and egg and Rhode Island's best. Hush boy a sound clean collar for him upon this summer working day Hangs on Father McHugh's nail it hangs of starch and awaits it's wrap Before the pipe alights and hears do tell her name do tell Is the lady of good stock and family fair or cold and just of the night and the air Forget the bird explain no more as the pipe will choke and bang the floor Tell me again as Sunday lasts to Mass now and pray for those who passed