Poem by Patrick Kavanagh

Ploughman

I turn the lea-green down
Gaily now,
And paint the meadow brown
With my plough.

I dream with silvery gull
And brazen crow.
A thing that is beautiful
I may know.

Tranquillity walks with me
And no care.
O, the quiet ecstasy
Like a prayer.

I find a star-lovely art
In a dark sod.
Joy that is timeless! O heart
That knows God! 

1. Memory of My Father
2. Epic
3. Stony Grey Soil
4. Wet Evening in April
5. On Raglan Road

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