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Two Poems
After my first visit to a pony show in Clifden

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Two Poems
After my first visit to a pony show in Clifden

 

On Getting Advice from Sean Halpenny

I asked the man holding the reins
How much he wanted for his horse,

But he just looked out across the hills
As if considering the sweetness of grass.

Under his cap he had the face of a bird
Sheltering out of the rain.

When I asked Sean
Why the man ignored me,

He said, “You called his pony
A horse. That is like calling

A bodhrán
A drum,

A currach
A boat.

It’s a wonder he didn’t smack you;
I would have.”

 

In Foyle’s Hotel, Clifden

“And do you like ponies, Martin?”
“Ay! I do, but not enough to ride one.

They are not like cows or sheep.
A pony is for life, and you have

To feed them when they are old,
And they are old a long time –

Unless you butcher them. And it’s hard
To butcher something with a name like Molly.”

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