Seamus Heaney — Broagh

Riverbank, the long rigs Ending in broad docken And a canopied pad Down to the ford. The garden mould Bruised easily, the shower Gathering in your heelmark Was the black O In Broagh, Its low tattoo Among the windy boortrees And rhubarb-blades Ended almost Suddenly, like that last Gh the strangers found Difficult to manage