fields to home

broke through the rotted gates
cut down the grown thorns
re-hooked (up) the water
followed the fallen snake rails

restrung old leather
re-attached down wire
de-wormed the two creatures

saddled – stamped boots

cut through the old forest
coasted o’er old streams
walked the cedar hills
picked feet o’er stone

crossed fields of Montana
poplar trees of Ont.
old rock quarry cut paths
and barbed-wired-up dams

the fields are where we left them
time tries to find same sounds
saddles creak with our bones
horse snorts for spring home

the old barn(s) are teepee’d
follow us through season to field
the water finds lines – travels from basements underground

old horses backed-bare searching out-of-shape with heads down

we walk back the road
top hill to family home
wash hands and sit on sofa(s)

-tails flap – then roll…..


About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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