
02/09/2025
On an apple-ripe September morning
Through the mist-chill fields I went
With a pitch-fork on my shoulder
Less for use than for devilment
The threshing mill was set-up, I knew
In Cassidy's haggard last night
And we owed them a day at the threshing
Since last year. O it was delight
Kavanagh
Portrait by Mulhall, Lissadell collection