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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Monday, 4 April 2016

Digging

The first sun warms the soil,
And the first clods are broken.
Unwanted shoots carefully shaken
And roots removed from the black-brown sod.
The ground is picked over,
Fork biting deep and lifting,
Throwing and shaking,
Bringing order and uniformity.
A pinch, rub and surreptitious sniff
It's not done to be too involved with the earth.
Then rows are marked,
Squat potatoes placed in lines,
Chitted eyes raised to the sky,
And carefully dug in.
Gaps left for raising burial mounds,
Depriving those tubers of light.
Then comes the long wait.
Then comes the plate.
Then they are ate.
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