May 2021 Week 1


Today I spent a really lovely hour discussing and writing about ‘Follower’ by Seamus Heaney with a group of 15yr olds.

I also had a wonderful chat with a colleague about T. S Eliot.

I know lots of you will understand how lucky I feel on days like this, even when I have been up since 5.

Sometimes my enthusiasm and energy wanes.

Write about an example of wax and wane in your life.

Rachael XXX



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

An expert. He would set the wing
And fit the bright steel-pointed sock.
The sod rolled over without breaking.
At the headrig, with a single pluck

Of reins, the sweating team turned round
And back into the land. His eye
Narrowed and angled at the ground,
Mapping the furrow exactly.

I stumbled in his hobnailed wake,
Fell sometimes on the polished sod;
Sometimes he rode me on his back
Dipping and rising to his plod.

I wanted to grow up and plough,
To close one eye, stiffen my arm.
All I ever did was follow
In his broad shadow round the farm.

I was a nuisance, tripping, falling,
Yapping always. But today
It is my father who keeps stumbling
Behind me, and will not go away

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