A Week in the Country
and you see three pitchforks, the hedge-knife, the scythe that ladder he made, the turf-spade, the loy the shovels all propped in their place the twister he fashioned for the making of ropes from a spooled bucket-handle he bent the clippers, the hatchet, the hammer, the shears the crosscut, the scythe-stone, the oil the folded manure-bags, the file and the blades the saw and the binder-twine rolls. You smell the potatoes, the bog and mown grass old coats on the back of the door. You step out....
Source: farmersjournal.ie