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William Pitchford/Liam Mitchell
From Issue #3
Blackberry Work
Just a clear, hot Saturday morning,
When my feet touched the floor,
A little bit of a groan eased out,
When I remember my July chore.
It's blackberry picking time in Kentucky,
Gallon buckets we had to fill,
It's blackberry picking time in Kentucky,
I'll pick those darn berries 'til I'm ill.
Now I'd dress myself and get my pail,
And slam back that old screen door,
And then head on up the road,
Little brother in tow, maybe just ten gallons more.
By eight AM, it's already hot,
As we struggled through the weeds,
Mindful of snakes adn flicking ticks,
Just to fill Mom's canning needs.
But on the way we'd explaore a bit,
Finding crawdads in teh creek, bobcats on the hill,
A field full of monarch butterflies,
And sometimes, the woods that were very still.
Now July had turned to August,
And summer went to fall,
The berry buckets gone for another year,
Hanging on the toolshed wall.
Now it's another Saturday mroning,
And my feet hit the floor,
But there's no groan this time,
As blackberry cobbler smells float through the bedroom door.
Cumhacht
(Previously unpublished)
A chance to ride
In life's dreams
A wild white horse
Through mountain streams
Through oaken wood
Of wisdom past
On sea's beaches
Forever it lasts
A song of the heart
A sword you'll hoist
And in your throat
The battle voice
O taobh istigh
"Dia agus bua"
Ta' me' ag kogar
Do' saol nua
Titim mo gluin
A chuisle mo chroi
Mo mhuereach
Ag deireach a'r tshli
A storm approaches
And light goes to night
Another day, my love
A new dream, we'll sight
"Slan leat, m'gra"
I call as you leave
And a horse at a gallop
Rithann se' thuas slibh