Crofters Night
We remove the stones from the field
like they were rotten teeth
stepped carefully over hawthorn hedge
stepped with tired and heavy feet
Remember this by the fireside
ash and flame and sap and sound
calloused hands over death black hearth
heavy eyes remember heavier ground
There is flame in these hands and feet
that melt the earth and dry the eye
it sweeps the weary from the field
pours your life out by and by.
Tomorrow the sun will rise
curlews spin on sky and reed
we prepare the earth to receive
sing some song to cast our seed
Now my head grows heavy still
fire light sink into black dark
I will lie down on my settle bed
return to greet life's beating heart.
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