Family Lore
My Irish grandma said:
That an injured Golden Eagle
had once landed in her potato field.
Grandpa ran up to it
and killed it with a pitchfork.
In those days,
all first responders killed
like that.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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