<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>We Cut Turf At Lisycasey</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We cut turf at Lisycasey when I was a boy, <br>Wore heavy woolen sweaters and short pants of corduroy, <br>We left the turf soft and wet in the sun to get hard as a rock, <br>Came back a week later to foot it up in a circular block, <br>To catch additional wind and dry and harden even more, <br>Never had or wore gloves and our hands were always quite sore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We hitched a ride in a lorry going out the Kilrush Road, <br>And then walked the winding bog road for miles with our load, <br>We used a heavy spade with one side called a 'shlawn' by the Gaels, <br>Backbreaking work but we needed turf to stay warm and prevail, <br>Because in those rough war times, coal could not be had or bought, <br>Not for heating houses but ironworks where a war was being fought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bog was a swampy quiet place with no trees and few birds, <br>Fewer people far away working wearily alone without words, <br>But the quiet tranquility of the bog was sometimes broken, <br>By flying Constilations heading out for the Atlantic Ocean, <br>From Rinanna to Gander they had enough fuel for one hop, <br>Then onto New York for their final destination stop.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now I read the bog and all that world has completely changed, <br>New houses, improved economy and everything rearranged, <br>And young people from Ennis now live and commute back and forth, <br>Where I cut turf, boiled the billycan and had a turf fort, <br>At the end of the day we hitched a ride back into town, <br>Tired and weary, though I seldom if ever saw a frown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Bredin">James Bredin</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415643" data-title="We Cut Turf At Lisycasey de James Bredin" data-description="We cut turf at Lisycasey when I was a boy, Wore heavy woolen sweaters and short pants of corduroy, We left the turf soft and wet in the sun to get hard as a rock, Came back a week later to foot it up in a circular block, To catch additional wi..."></div> </div> </div>

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