Status Updates From The Poems of Seamus Heaney

I wanted to grow up and plough,
To close one eye, stiffen my arm.
All I ever did was follow
In his broad shadow round the farm.
I was a nuisance, tripping, falling,
Yapping always. But today
It is my father who keeps stumbling
Behind me, and will not go away.

Finished the 6th sub-collection (out of the 27 making up the complete works).