Pennies from heaven
Don’t make me laugh
Here all you’ll get
Is the pattering rain
Or yon two crows up over the hill
Looking for winterkill
Always at your boots
The mud behind the byre
With its clammy hold
Would mock you up a grave
Here in the mire of a wrecked sheepfold
And all you’ll bring to this
Is muscle and grit
Persistence, that’s just about it
What made you think
There’d be a living in sheep?
Eat, work, eat, work and sleep
Duck under the eaves
Of the bothy
To sit here, caged by rain
Somewhere to go conjure
A next move
years
wrecked
would
whisky
weight
young
watching
under
tongue
thirty
think
sweepers
wizard
survive
always
spies
grave
drink
eaves
again
muscle
still
carrion
crows
about
unholy
boots
dying
clammy
leans
sleep
there
believes
stubborn
persistence
three
their
anyone
blood
hundred
tweed
conjure
sheep
skies
books
heaven
bring
lifts
rooks
living
clearing
looking
magic
pattering
caged
pennies
plead
behind
raise
watch
laugh
soggy
souls
scavenge
flask
somewhere
stick
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