Requiem for the Croppies by Seamus Heaney

The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley... No kitchens on the run, no striking camp... We moved quick and sudden in our own country. The priest lay behind ditches with the tramp. A people hardly marching... on the hike... We found new tactics happening each day: We'd cut through reins and rider with the … Continue reading Requiem for the Croppies by Seamus Heaney