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Follower

Seamus Heaney

Follower

my father worked with a horse-plough, his shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow.
The horse strained at his clicking tongue.

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Reprinted from The Hedgehog Review 15.3 (Fall 2013). This essay may not be resold, reprinted, or redistributed for compensation of any kind without prior written permission. Please contact The Hedgehog Review for further details.